Gay Vampire Story Novels & Stories

Declan comes through the door behind me, his sharp claws extended. A vampire races through the door opposite us. He’s clearly not expecting to have his head disconnected from his body as I extend my hand, grabbing him. Gripping his head between my claws, I twist, freeing it from his neck. One down. “The fuck is Gaston?” I yell at Declan.

said Demian sadly as he gently stroked Shada's brown hair. Shada just grimaced awkwardly. Who wouldn't be surprised if a man─who is not your lover─suddenly strokes the top of your hair. Even though the man had been desperate to kiss Shada's forehead earlier. It turns out that vampires were created to improve the performance of the human heart too. Thought Shada whose breath was still caught in her throat. "Who is it?" asked Shada without being able to hold back. "What is it?" Demian paused, then pulled his hand back.

"Wait. What do you mean illegimate blood?" "Eleanor was killed by this lovely friend of mine whom I trusted. And, I was killed from the fact my wife was no longer alive. You are not the blood of me and my wife. You are the blood of my friend and me." The statement of The First Vampire left me baffled. "You slept with your friend!? You cheated on your wife?" "I was drugged and bound by magical and divine restraints and under the influence of magic." "Wow! That's some effort to sleep with a married man. Who's this friend of yours?"

Hailey's pov; Upon hearing Austin's claim that he was a vampire, I took a sick leave from school and remained at home. When questioned by my parents about my absence, I reported feeling unwell. My younger brother, Charlie, disregarded the situation and proceeded to attend school as usual. In the meantime, I conducted extensive research on vampires. After poring over numerous sources, one commonality emerged - vampires are not real. It became apparent that the internet cannot always be relied upon for factual information.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

He tried to look me in the eyes but gulped, “I-uh-I-“ The door opened and a familiar vampire entered the room. “Wow, you didn’t tell me you’re pregnant, Kamilah!” Both of us looked at Gusev, the vampire who just walked in, and yelled at me excitedly. I thought he would leave and distance himself? After confessing to me last time? Why is he here now? Magnus glared at him and Gusev bit his lip, “Judging by that reaction, I think you still don’t know-“ Instantly, Magnus grabbed him by the collar and yelled, “You and your nosy mouth! I swear, I’ll have to cut that mouth off-“

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

Down the table, vampires kissed, their tongues dancing over each other’s skin and mouths. “Well, that’s my cue,” I said, pushing back from the table. Lance held my chair as I rose from my seat. As we left the room, I looked over my shoulder and vampires were fondling each other. One female with long auburn hair was already lying across the cleared table. A male vampire unzipped his pants, already pushing up the hem of her dress, as another female on the other side of the table gave the auburn female a long, languid kiss, reaching down the thin fabric of her spaghetti strapped dress to her voluptuous breasts. The male vampire’s cock was in his hand, hard and ready as he pulled the woman to hi

George Grey was a Twenty Three year old vampire who just got turned a few months ago... By Samson. He had been driving home drunk one night when he lost control of his car and swerved into the woods. His car had collided with a tree and the impact had sent him flying out of the car through the windshield. There had been no hope for him because it was very late and no one could find him. But luck had been on his side that night, because Samson had been in the woods that night too. He had run out of blood bags that day and didn't have the chance to restock, so he had decided to go old fashioned.