Hollywood Vampires Book Novels & Stories

I mentally slapped myself. I recognized him as a vampire because of his bloodshot red eyes that were staring at me intensely. It made me feel weird. Suddenly he started to lean in, and before I could move away, he buried his head in the crook of my neck. A surprise gasp left my lips as he sniffed my neck. It was enough to send shivers down my spine. This act seemed to relax him and his red eyes returned to their normal color. Now, I'm imagining things. When his eyes reached their normal color, I was stunned. Hazel colored eyes with golden rings around the irises were staring into my eyes as if they had reached my soul.

Too awfully, incredibly real. She could’ve just dismissed them as a group of completely crazy people, as some weird cult or society that was completely delusional. But after all that had happened in the last 48 hours, she actually found herself thinking twice. Her own strength. Her own behavior. The way she felt her body changing. Could vampires be true? Was she one of them? Had she stumbled into the middle of some kind of vampire war? That would be just her luck.

A shapeshifter. Behind this man, suddenly, the water blackened with hundreds of boats, all containing vampires, and then the sky, too, blackened with hundreds more vampires. It looked like an entire vampire army, all waging war, and all heading right for the Isle of Skye. Scarlet couldn’t believe it. It was as if this first person had somehow led the way for an entire vampire army. But Scarlet wasn’t about to run. On the contrary. She wanted vengeance for Polly. So instead of turning around, Scarlet ran forward, right for her attacker. And Ruth ran right beside her.

"Oh my gosh. She never came back." "What?" Erling leaned forward. "Who was this?" "The old lady who stole a bottle of Chocolood. She left with a guard to go the restroom and never came back." "Och, this is bad." Erling stood and removed a cell phone from his sporran. "Perhaps she was ill and went home," Elizabeth suggested. Aya doubted that. "Can vampires even get sick?" "Yes, if they drink infected blood." Elizabeth stabbed at her salad with a fork. "And the new Fusion Cuisine doesn't set well with all of them."

Placing the book back on the shelf, I walked down the shelves skimming through the titles of the famous books as I finally reached a dead end. Hey, Mr. Wall! How long have you been here? Can you tell me a few things about the First Vampire too? Things I want to know except the tragic love story? I chuckled at my self which was totally not sane after such a long walk as my tired eyes landed on a blue covered thin book in the far end of the last shelf. It had no title either. Curiosity got the best of me as I pulled out the book and to my surprise, a strange light flew in the direction of the wall as it vanished.

"Just read the damn vampire novel. This will tell you what real vampires are like, not that girly romance fluff you usually read." "But I like my girly romance fluff," I replied attempting to deflect her judgment of me. "Well, today, you don't care. Today read about vampires sucking blood. Anne Rice might change your mind about vampires. Just read the book and get your tan." I begin the book, and after ten pages of reading, I am hooked. Bri's right I needed to learn about vampires. Mr. Darcy will have to wait for me to heal. The beach is quiet, and my sunburn is setting in. I'm used to my shoulders becoming red like tomatoes this time of year. Brianna sprays my shoulders with sun lotion. I h

The vampires glided through the moonlit corridors, their predatory instincts heightened by the thrill of the impending capture. Inside the Alpha's den, Carla lay beside Alpha Andrew, blissfully unaware of the impending danger. The room was bathed in a soft, silvery glow, courtesy of the moonlight filtering through the windows. Unbeknownst to them, the vampires closed in, their eyes reflecting a hunger for power. In the stillness of the night, Carla stirred, a subtle awareness tugging at her consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. Shock painted her face as she beheld the surreal sight of vampires surrounding their bed.

He still knew a few of them that the laird conducted business with and they were very wealthy. "Scott, tell me what you wanted to say now," Luca's voice interrupted his mind and Scott stopped. He knew that Lucas would not let him be unless he told him what he discovered. He took his time to explain to him how vampires wouldn't be able to use their powers once they were in body contact with the human girl. "So, that was it?" Lucas asked in his head. Scott imagined him nodding his head for emphasis wherever he was. "Now, get lost."

Sookie Stackhouse is a mind-reading waitress who falls in love with Bill Compton, a vampire who was turned after the Civil War. 14-15. A Touch Of Dead BY CHARLAINE HARRIS A Touch of Dead contains the complete Stackhouse short stories; a short-story volume, Many Bloody Returns, also has a Stackhouse story. 16-18. The Hunger, The Last Vampire, Lilith's Dream BY WHITLEY STRIEBER

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.