How To Be A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

I almost felt bad that the knife I kept under my pillow was of little use. Even as I read through the pages, I couldn't find anything about vampires being psychic. Apart from having incredible strength, speed, and immortality, they seemed just like any other person. Well, except that they disliked sunlight—but even that was something they were adapting to. I closed the book and put it away. my stomach grumbled slightly, reminding me that I haven't eaten, but I didn't want to go downstairs either, in fear that I would run into Silas. I lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually, I grew drowsy and then fell asleep.

She’ll wake up tomorrow at night as a vampire because that's what the healer told them. “Why is she not breathing?” Sharlene asked then turned her attention to Dad. “She’s not breathing, honey! What do we do now?” her voice cracked as she hugged her daughter. “Honey… this is how vampires infect someone to become a vampire as well. Soon, Ginny will turn into a vampire and once that happens, she won’t be able to control herself right away. She’ll haunt and find a prey to drink blood. And you are the perfect prey for her.”

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.

Maya "It's okay Rehaan, anyway I have read it and I don't forget anything I read. I have it with me now." Maya took out the book from her bag. She opened a chapter and showed something to Rehaan. Rehaan read what Maya asked him to read. One by one other students entered the classroom. Rehaan "This book says that the born vampires are extremely powerful, and if they wish, they can share their powers with someone. What does it mean?" Maya "On the next page it is written that they can do so, after performing a ritual." Rehaan "What kind of ritual?"

Before my fingers even reached it, the book opened by itself. Just like it always used to whenever a new page filled up. My chest tightened. The page was blank for two seconds. Then words began to form. Like invisible ink deciding to show itself. {Your vampire side is not dead son.} I swallowed. {I believe you assumed it died but it is not.} My fingers curled into fists. {Your inner monster is in a deep slumber.} My breath grew heavier. {Use your fire to bring it back to life.}

That was an interesting name. Blocking out Camille's and Sally's conversation, Maddox opened one of the books and read a few pages. The story began with a vampire searching for his love. She’d been killed by his enemy—another powerful vampire. His body hummed in reaction to the words as if each sentence triggered a spell. Dire rippled in discomfort. What was that? He skimmed the pages. All the descriptions of vampires were spot on. Crazier, there were terms in the book that were actually real—moon-cursed, moon-touched and other words used in his world. He thought back to something Camille had said earlier.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

I asked quietly. Nico crossed his arms, his head faintly tilting to the side. "What do you mean?" He asked. His question seemed to cause an all-out mess to form in my head, causing even more of a mess as my answer. "How am I supposed to keep a vampire from doing whatever they want with me? I know that I don't belong to them, but I still couldn't do anything to stop them! Even if I did try to stop them they could still easily overpower me," Panic was quickly beginning to show as my words became quicker," What if they threatened to hurt or kill me? What if they just forced themselves on me? Then what would I do? I want to be a good and obedient pet and follow your rules, but I still can't stop

I found it burdensome, overwhelming, and intimidating. The position of Verso Witch was so much more my style. I knew about magic and healing. I’d been raised around the healing aspect all of my life and I took to the magical side of things like a fish to water, despite the vampire obstruction. I was still adjusting to being a vampire as well as learning how to use my magic to its fullest. I didn’t want to stop my lessons. My exposure to Sybil’s mutant-vampire world was minimal, and even less to Charles’s vampires. How could I rule kingdoms I knew nothing about and even despised? Surely there were others better suited for the positions.