Historical Vampire Books Novels & Stories

With Jade, Violet, and Nathan it was a smooth sail to handle the pack. Yet, somehow Jade's mind wandered back to the strange encounter she had with Adeena two weeks earlier, in the pack library. *** flashback Jade had continued her pursuit of going through various books relating to vampire history, the library didn't have much to offer on the species but the very little information she found among various pages of books, even the tiniest of details, she had made sure to read all of them.

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.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

A few more times and she would actually be able to convince Horansi of the benefits. “It's a beautiful day isn’t it,” Careena whispered in a low tone, in King Horansi direction, noting the tension-filled and tight expression on his face as he looked around the arena at the citizens that were settling in their seats. Towards the left of the pavilion were the citizens of Lunera and sitting on the right were those of Blodinek, the vampires. Contrary to most belief that werewolves were more aggressive considering their nature, Vampires were the ones who usually became more aggressive the instant they caught the unique smell of werewolves anywhere close to them.

That might be where my answers lied. I walked towards it mostly separated from the rest of the room. I ignored the sign that warned not to trespass. My eyes scanned the sectional until one spine caught my attention. Its title was barely legible: "On the Origin of the Hybrid, Vamps & Wolves. I pulled it down with both hands. Not bothering to return to the study area, I flipped it open and began reading. The first hybrids had been forged during the Great War—when witches threatened to tip the balance of power. Werewolves and vampires, in desperation, combined their forces… and their bloodlines.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far, I had five books that I found would pique my interest such as Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice and the Maze Runner. All of these books were human and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had and only seemed to find one that was labelled 'As Old As Time Will Tell' written by none other than one of the eldest werewolf alive which was 'Herbert Vanderlin'. In the blurb, it states his life as an old

"Not much," I replied with a frown. Tyler hovered over the books. One was an ancient leather-bound volume, its pages yellowed with age and filled with hand-drawn illustrations. The text either appeared to be printed somehow, or handwritten by someone with more patience and consistency than I could ever hope to possess. It was titled A History of Lycanthropy, and it detailed some notable packs, wars and werewolf related incidents of the past.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.