Good Vampire Novels & Stories

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

The Vampire interrupts with boredom, his nails elongating in a flash and driving into her neck at the same time he plunges his other hand through her chest. "If you were offering her to me instead, I might've been nice to end you peacefully. Too bad" He steels his words, now pulling a smirk onto his lips as he stares directly at Devon who's madly struggling against the pinning force crippling his chances at the Vampire. Diana wrings her face and writhes her body from inner and outer agony as blood spills out the punctures on her body and down her chin from her crumpled lips. Horror corrupts my being to watch life seep out of someone. Happening right before my expanding eyes and crushing hear

It was now obvious the two were carrying on a conversation. “I want her first,” a voice called out. “You will ruin her, let me have her first,” the second voice replied. Bohdan spoke out, “Neither of you can have her, not until I know who the hell you are.” From the dark, the two beings stepped out of the shadows and into the light from the torches that lined the top of the pit. What Bohdan and Cara saw were two sickly looking thin bald vampires hobbling over towards them. They both looked like they had scoliosis and were as pale as flower. “Give us your woman,” the first vampire said. His name was Dorek, a former Polish farmer turned vampire.

“DON’T YOU DARE TO CALL MY WOMAN THAT, YOU FILTHY VAMPIRE!” The vampire gets back up, even though he is still tied up. “Hahahaha...glory and power to the great Vlad!” The vampire said with a burst of laughter and lashes out at Darren and manages to injure his arm. I blink at the sight of Darren’s blood. “Hahahah....you useless dogs never can....” He shouldn’t have hurt my Darren. My body is now wrapped in black souls and my eyes are completely red. “Darren...blood...death!” I throw myself at the vampire and hit him violently and said, “You could have run away...it was better...but hitting my man...is digging your own grave!”

he demanded. "Because I could feel it," Drex replied flatly. "Feel it? What is that supposed to mean? Don’t play games with me! You’re the killer, aren't you?" Bob pressed, trying to corner him. Drex let out a long, weary sigh, seemingly exhausted by the baseless accusations. "Believe it or not, the culprit isn't human, Officer. Charlotte was the victim of a hungry vampire." I froze, staring at Drex. He spoke the word 'vampire' with such chilling conviction. Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale.

A whimper escaped me, and I brought his arms around me to hold him closer. I wanted to know he could hold me closer. I clenched my eyes shut as I laid kisses onto his bleeding eyes and gripped his head close to me. I held him to my chest and heard as his chest heaved up and down. I found myself wondering for a short moment if vampires were able to have panic attacks. "They were cruel to do that," I told Sol assuredly. Above all else, this was one thing I knew with my entire being. No one should have to experience their loved one dying such a gruesome death.

As silver sliced a vampire in half down the middle while blasting the others with water to keep them away from him, he heard a familiar voice. “Everyone stand back. He is mine. I will be the one to swat this fly away.” The obliging vampire moved away, creating a corridor for a man to walk into the fray. He was a tall and slender man clad in a purple kimono. The man had an angular face and a sharp nose. His eyes, which were throwing daggers at him, were like a purple gemstone, cold as ice, simmering with hatred. He was the man who Silver hated the most, the man who killed his mother. It was no secret, everyone was talking about it. It was Vlad Davis, the man who was boasting about how he kill

Andros looked very angry with his whole body very thick blood red. For this one thing, look what will happen to humans who have turned into vampires and the vampires, these blood-sucking creatures. *****

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so

The ground was covered in packed dirt and scattered with wooden practice weapons. “The goal is simple,” Axel began, his long legs setting a brutal pace as he walked the perimeter. “Alistair is the Lord of this Territory. He has enemies everywhere. By being his mate, you are a target. If you are cornered, panicked, or easily broken, you are a liability. You must not be easy to kill.” “I’ve already been poisoned,” I muttered. “I think I’m doing okay on the 'not dying' front.” “Luck is not a strategy,” Axel snapped. “We start with movement. A vampire’s first advantage is speed and the ability to track your fear. If you move like a confused deer, you will be hunted like one. Run.”