Greek Vampire Novels & Stories

"Oh, how rude of me, I thought my daughter had already told you, my sons killed them quickly enough, but the Cerberus is proving a little more troublesome, particularly the biggest one. Don't worry, though, my boys are stubborn, and he will fall in the end; they never lose a kill." 'Vampyres!' Athena hissed in warning as the ancient ones began to circle her human, 'What's the difference?' Lucy asked, keeping the woman in direct sight. Athena was happy to provide an answer, as long as Lucy kept the mother under careful watch. 'Vampyres are the ancient ones like the original families in our pack. They're stronger, harder, faster than the ones they turn or other vampires breed, the Alphas of th

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

💕(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

I shoved away from him and finally covered myself with my arms, the feeling of being exposed in front of him ripping into me. "I can't," I stammered and took another step back from him. "This isn't what I want. This isn't how my life is supposed to be. I dictate what I am supposed to do." I ranted and flung myself away from him. "Luciana, please. Just think about it. Think about all the good we might achieve!" He argued back. I could hear his feet move towards me, so I flung out my arm towards him. His chest met with my palm and I could feel his heartbeat beneath it. "I have been waiting so long for you. Dreamt of the day where I got to hold you." He whispered, heart still beating beneath my

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.