Historical Vampire Books Novels & Stories

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

It was so silent she could hear a pin drop; she sensed she was in the presence of a very sacred place. “So, you have arrived,” came a sudden voice. Caitlin and Caleb wheeled. Standing there, not ten feet away, was a fellow vampire, dressed in all-white robe, smiling back. Caitlin wondered how he had managed to get so close so quickly. But, luckily, she did not sense any animosity. “Rosslyn Chapel,” he continued, “burial place for kings and queens for centuries. The site of many a vampire pilgrimage. And the rumored resting place of the Holy Grail.”

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

she said, dropping the dusty books on the table. I didn't know there were so many books about the vampire race in the library. Given that the werewolves weren't on good terms with the vampires, I didn't expect that much material. Billie read my mind. "These are majorly details from the war," she explained. "I figured if we were going to find out how they managed to kill the vampires, we'll get some hints from here." I blinked, understanding her logic. "I didn't think it'd be that easy." I took one of the books on vampire history.

The tale of Vampires unfolds as a dark and contentious chapter in supernatural history, a catalyst for the cataclysmic Great War that swept through the mystical realm, leaving a trail of death and despair in its wake. About 130 million years ago, Crown Princess Octavia of the Mages Kingdom, tormented by the loss of her beloved, resorted to a desperate bargain with the devil. She bartered her very soul, becoming a sinister sorceress beneath the baleful glow of a full moon. With a forbidden incantation, she sought to resurrect her lost love, but the result was a wretched transformation—her once cherished partner was reborn as a ravenous fiend, thirsting for the blood of countless innocent soul

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

As I was about to ask him something else, he spoke perverting me from adding any other world. " All vampires are sleeping, for now, do no one would annoy you - including me. So take the chance to learn more about yourself." With just that, he left, and I was now alone in the immense library. I took this as a chance to have a look around and read some random information. I gather as many as I could from books, but not any kind of books, the one that talks about the vampires' history and creation, the war between species, also a book of curses, and another one that describes Lycans as the number one enemy for vampires. I took all these books to my room and locked myself while reading. The firs

“’Tis no wonder my shield weakens. Curse these vampires for their longevity of life.” “Pardon my ignorance,” Edwin said, “but, by vampire, you mean a blood sucker with fangs. Right?” “Did thy family not educate thee on thine history?” she asked with surprise. “I’m sorry,” Edwin said. “I’m afraid I don’t understand. Why would my family history have anything to do with vampires?” “The vampire we seek to avoid is thy long lost relative, Lord Malcolm Jameson,” she said matter-of-factly. All three men gasped in disbelief, after which, it turned quiet enough to hear if a pin dropped on the braided oval rug beneath their feet.