Happy Vampire Novels & Stories

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

He stood over me, all raw power and dangerous. I whimpered when I bumped my arm, and he knelt closer to me. He was on all fours, hovering over me. My bones were quickly healing, and I was ready to shove him away. His face was an inch away from mine now, fangs out and hissing. I didn’t know what to do. I had never seen a vampire like this before. He lowered his head and scented my neck. I trembled with fear and anticipation for what I didn’t know.

he said gratefully. I nestled into the soft pillow while I watched him gracefully leave the room. My lover was a vampire. He was a vampire born of a human mother who taps into the human genes he has inherited from her to keep his vampirism at bay. How does that work? Quite well, obviously. I needed time to absorb and digest this information.

The vampire responded with a loud outburst: “I say again, I care not for your apologies! How dare you make me repeat myself. You are a mortal. You will show respect to your betters!” “Of course, sir,” said Mr. Humphries, who looked very overwhelmed now. “I respect you very much, as I do all demons—” He stopped, catching himself too late. The vampire neared Mr. Humphries. “All what?” “All immort—” Mr. Humphries began, but it was too late. The vampire roared in anger and raised his cane, which I now saw was topped with sharp hook. He struck Mr. Humphries in the head, and the poor man fell to the ground. I looked away, my pulse racing.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

The team couldn't save him, they just kept running and finally at the entrance of the cemetery just an inch to the entrance gate, they froze in anguish. "What in the world?" Rapidfire mouthed. Aaron was lying helpless but dead on the dry ground flooded in his own blood. Above him, Rapidfire could see a figure as white as snow with dark woolen hair devouring him by the neck. Exactly how a vampire would attack but the figure wasn't thirsty, it was feeding on his body entirely like a zompire. SLASH!

Slain by a vampire. Behind the castle was the dark woods, Aiden noticed as he stepped in, he squinted through, catching Lynette who was dealing with three vampires. Snarling. Growling. Snapping. Lynette stammered as she stepped back, watching the fangs of those vampires drop as they looked at her neck. She had a scratch on her neck and her blood trickled down to her shoulder. They screeched and they approached her trying to deny themselves her appealing blood, but it just pulled them closer and she stepped backward in a fuss. Aiden tried to interfere, but the windows blew open and its pieces shattered as two people fell from it. One was a human and the other was a vampire. The human was abou

Aster: Aster woke violently. Limbs flailing wildly, heart hammering, she bit back a scream just in time. She dreamed about the dead vampires, their bodies sizzling and slowly decomposing in the sun. She walked between them, turning them over one at a time. Each of them was someone she knew and loved – her family, slowly melting away to nothing.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.