Good Vampire Books For Adults Novels & Stories

I told him. A scoff left his mouth before he turned on his eyes. God, he should thank his stars that I am actually locked away here or else, I would have made sure he got the worst day of his life for scoffing at me. Rather than worrying about the guard did to me, I sat upright, wondering why Gaby had sedated me into a deep sleep and also, what do they want to do with me? For as long as I remember, vampires don’t take werewolves blood because of the connection between them, and same applies to werewolves.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

A cold breeze attacked my flesh causing goosebumps to form on my skin and make me shiver. “A vampire has this spell book?” He asked through his gritted teeth. I shook my head again. “Not anymore. She gave it to me,” I told him. He took a deep breath and nodded; I could feel him calming. “A vampire having possession of this book is never a good thing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m glad she no longer has it, but I’m worried about how long she’s had it. These books are sacred to our kind, and they hold a lot of information that could prove to be dangerous if the wrong species got their hands on it. And vampires are definitely the wrong species. This book specifically holds a lot of our secre

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

But I saw it. She turned, finally looked at me. Eyes dark. Careful. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh come on.” I pushed off the bed, walked over, grabbed a cookie even though I wasn’t hungry. “Christopher. The quiet one with the hood and the murder stare. He’s a vampire, right? Don’t lie. I already know.” Nicole’s jaw went tight. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.” “So that’s a yes.” I took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip. Good, actually. “He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?”

Then, Dante appeared as if in a smoke and threw something to the women that made them act like scavenger birds fighting for the morsels of food thrown at them. Jon placed a hand on his neck and tried to feel for wounds under his jaw. His felt no wounds, nor were there traces of blood on his hands. He recalled that the women took turns to suck his blood, like from some gothic novel or horror movie. Perhaps he dreamed that too? Everything seemed fantastical and he knew that he would be disbelieved, even laughed at, if he recounted what he thought he had just experienced.

He'll make your heart race and jealousy will eat you if he sees other people, worry will consume you if he's in danger. Yesterday played in my mind. The way my heart had fluttered, how I'd felt jealous of that waitress, how I almost broke Damon's back to save Aaron. "Oh, and also, every pure-blooded vampire is born with a special ability that distinguishes them from the turned ones," she added as I placed my now empty cup down. I rubbed the top of my arms as Replica put away my cup and took off her apron.

I stopped myself, trying to put together the right words," Serious about the blood moon thing?" The blood moon was one of the only nights that I feared for my life even as a child. It was the night at the end of every season where a full moon would rise into the sky, red as blood. Something about it made Vampires become more monsters than anything. They would almost go savage, hunting down anything with a pulse, animals, people in the city, even their own kind, until they got enough blood to ease their hunger. I've witnessed plenty of pets die from the Pet Master back when I was in the shop, despite the rule against it.

he said, stepping closer to her. Anne hissed, pushing him aside. "Save your explanations for fools." She walked past him, heading outside, her hand covering her injury. Alexander took a deep sigh, following her with his hands stuck in his pockets. An empty look crossed his face as he knew he had lied to Anne. Being a vampire made it impossible for him to resist blood, especially at the sight of it. Although he drank from cups rather than directly from humans, the sight of Anne's blood darkened his eyes, and his craving intensified beyond his control. He had no choice but to flee the classroom before anyone noticed what was happening to him.