Higher Vampire Novels & Stories

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

They can't be killed easily. Vampires. Blood suckers. Humans are well aware of Vampire's existence and they're fine with them as long as they treat everyone equally. Equal? Nah. The truth is that most humans longs for power and be immortal. when A pure blood vampire lets you drink their blood, then you will become a vampire like them. powerful and you won't age. You age every hundred years. so, one faction of humans are supportive of them including my parents while the other faction wants freedom that includes me.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

Xander let out a sarcastic laugh, curious to hear more. "No Joe, I assure you that those were vampires. I mean remember the garlic?" ' Yes, what is it with her and this garlic?' Xander frowned thinking about the way she had peeled it and thrown bits of it throughout the cabin. Was she not repulsed by too much of it? "Vampires hate the smell of garlic and will leave a place if they smell it",she informed Joe. Ha! Is that so? Xander couldn't decide whether that was comic or just plain insulting. He preferred his garlic on his garlic bread and not somewhere around her neck or worse.

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.

Chapter 63 Karien’s Pov “Do you have any idea what you are blabbering about? You want us to protect our enemy, the vampire’s enemy. Have you lost your mind?” the guy next to Brandon jumped in anger and shout. His reaction was acceptable. Werewolves were the biggest enemies of Vampires. No clan would accept my proposal but I knew exactly what would make them agree. I took out the blank check from my suit pocket and signed it. Placing the check on the table, I said, “ I know what I am doing. Now you guys decide what you wanna do. Fill the blank with your price or die. It’s your choice.”

I whispered honestly, knowing that he would be able to tell if I lied. “I know of a way to speed up the healing process.” He announced with a smile, making me instantly nervous. I only knew of one way that a vampire could increase a witches healing, and the was the same thing they did to mortals to keep them alive to be drained of blood another day. It was something I was certain that I didn’t want. “You don't have to do that master, I will heal, my abilities will help me. I just need to rest.” I said in a low voice, attempting to be diplomatic while expressing I didn't want what he offered.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.