How To Be A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

Like a switch had been flipped. Thankfully, there was not going to be any violence tonight. I was not going to die, I doubted that would have been the case but a girl has to be thankful. I was just about done with everything from this night, my legs were tired, my brain was fried. I was exhausted. I wondered how they could still keep up. Don't they need sleep to function? "The next time a vampire charges for you, you run. Forget every inch of training you have and run because you might not know the specific age and experience of that vampire. You run and find help", Jacob's uncle straightened

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

-Vampires- The vampires in this book are immortals and they look for royal blood to get more powerful and have the ability to revive themselves whenever they want to. They also get the ability to control people and hypnotize them if they get royal blood and end their lives with just a bite for it makes their bites poisonous. -Werewolves-

I couldn't recall biting her. " Well did you or did you not, it's not that hard of a question." He annoyingly said. "I mean ... wait yes I tasted her blood, but not by biting her it was from her lip. What does that have to do with anything?" "You're a vampire, you have certain abilities when you drink someone's blood you tend to bond with them." " How do you know all this?" " I am a wolf dude, duh! I just know, we are taught when we are little about all the dangers this world has to hide. From Vamps to Dragons to Trolls, everything that lurks."

Aurora gently bent down, helped Lucasta to the sofa and revealed to her that Samson was originally a normal person, but because he unintentionally angered the Sun God, he was cursed and turned into a vampire. The only way to break the curse is to have a girl who loves him sincerely and accepts to use her blood as food for him for a year.

she explained. "Cool," he nodded, "but the weight of the book is making me feel sleepy," he yawned. She nudged his shoulder with her head. "Don't. Later on, the vampire lord, Sebastian Deusdedit, has to feed on his wife's blood to survive. Whenever he feeds on her blood, he gets more powerful, his vampire powers are enhanced until one day, he loses control and ends up draining her of all her blood, killing her and he becomes immortal. He can now wheeze back to life whenever he is killed."

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

My heart turned cold and lifeless, every part of me moving beyond my control. A feral beast had stirred inside me, consumed by rage and transforming me into something monstrous. As I looked at the men before me, rage consumed me. A kind of darkness swirled inside me, urging me to seek out the one thing that could satisfy my craving—blood. Am I a vampire? What is going on? Even my wounds were all healing up so fast, and a metallic taste of blood coated my tongue, increasing my hunger.