Greek Vampire Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

The outdated operating system groaned to action, displaying a pixelated desktop wallpaper of the vibrant Aegean Sea, beckoning me to delve into its mysteries. My heart raced as I embarked on a seemingly impossible quest—to discover the residential location of the strongest vampire in Greece. It was a daunting task, one that no mortal had ever achieved before. But fueled by a fascination with the supernatural and a daring spirit, I was determined to venture where others feared to tread.

The world swam before my eyes. - A vampire who doesn't drink blood is a dead vampire. You, stupid, could have had it all! But now this place of honor is mine! “Kyrian grabbed both of Ira’s wrists with one hand and pressed her hands tightly to the floor above her head. With his other hand, he roughly tore the neck of the white shirt, leaving deep scratches on the girl’s skin. The brown-haired man licked a drop of blood from her shoulder, then took a loud, drawn-out breath.

“Cultural rituals are sometimes performed to prevent recently deceased people from turning undead. The tradition continued to develop into the Greek belief of vrykolakas, in which a cross and pottery with the inscription Jesus Christ reigns were placed with a corpse to prevent the corpse from turning into a vampire." “Evidence that a vampire is marked by the deaths of cattle, sheep, relatives, or neighbors. Vampires in folklore also sometimes throw stones on rooftops, move things, and give people nightmares in their sleep.” Vincent's brows frowned even more. He looked around, and shivers were running through his nape. Even though it was still daytime and bright, Vincent seemed to feel chill

Serves you right for earlier. "If you are quite finished with your my balls are bigger contest, I would like to know what I was brought." I intervened with a causal smile on my face. The vampire bowed deeply at me and stepped over to the SUV beside him, a trailer covered in something dark latched to its back. All the remaining guards finally dropped from the shadows as well. Everyone wanted a clear view as to why vampires had come here searching for their Omega. Why none of them were already bleeding out on the soft green grass. In any society, you had your rubber necks. The people who lived and died to gossip about others. In werewolf society, everyone was like that. Rumor mills spread fals

Why did someone of his kind just appear out of the blue and seemed like she was craving my death? "Fucking bloodsucker. Have you not known whose territory you are into?" Jaxon asked firmly, I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing and I was afraid that he would just burst out and fight the vampire woman and then end up getting hurt because of me later on. "I know very well. Your pack's territory, am I right?" the woman said, one corner of her lips tugged up sarcastically. "Then you better leave while I can still hold myself or else you would not have the chance to see the moon later this night," Jaxon warned with so much intensity in his velvety voice.

Ru grumbled. “Ah, Hollywood. Got to love their dedication to educating the mudane world.” His mouth twisted. “But it didn't start from there. The vampires are thought to have descended from Lamia. Modern day vampires have evolved long from what she started out as, but history told it that she was the daughter of a Libyan king who ended up as Zeus’ mistress. Hera, being the jealous bitch she was famous for, killed off all of Lamia’s children except one. Then Lamia went off on the deep end and started killing everyone's children. Guess she decided if she couldn't have any, others couldn't either.” he concluded with a shrug.

“We crossed into the west of Greece and made our way south along the coast to Delphi. We had been there for about a week when we heard stories coming out of Athens about a man from England, and a poem he had published called The Giaour.” Gabriel leaned in closer. “You mean the poem by Lord Byron?” Aurora could not hide her surprise. “You know it?” “Yes, my father he…” “He what?” “He used to read that poem every night after dinner. It was the first poem in English literature to ever reference vampires.” “That’s right,” she nodded. “Do you know why your father read it?” But Gabriel’s mind was already somewhere else. He began to recite a section of the poem word for word.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

In unison. I have noticed when different Vampires make deals that they require various forms of agreement. A blood oath is only natural for the meanest vampire in the kingdom. Most people will shy away from slitting their hands open and mixing blood with Leon. What those people don’t know is that Leon’s blood will heal your wound almost instantly. His word will also gain you access to a version of him that can be terrifying and wonderful to have at your side.