I Am Legend Book Vampires Novels & Stories

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

Scarlett said in her normal voice, and once again, someone shushed her. "It's ancient elvish." "Elvish?! What the hell are you talking about?" Marcellus opened the book, and it spewed out more dust. The paper on it was yellowed and its edges looked nibbled on in several places. "It's a children's tale. I have a version of this book in the common tongue, but once I knew it was an adaptation of an even older book, I had always wanted to see the original one. I found one in... well, in a library, of sorts, in Hovania, and I stole it. But I never got to open it."

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz

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.

“What does any of this have to do with the ritual?” “Like I said, the vamps have this ritual book. It's kind of like the one you have, but the legends are different. The wolves are mindless idiots while the vampires are special snowflakes destined to rise to greatness and all that jazz. It also focuses a lot more on the hybrid or the duo uh,” he paused, frowning. “It was some food thing. Duo saffron, duo sorbet—” “Doi suflet?” Bella remembered him telling her in the dream.

I need to figure out a way fast. The rest of the day was spent thinking and re-thinking . First in the next morning I woke very early and left for the library. The library is at the very centre of the pack. It's very big and has section for different genres. I began searching for the history book. The first book that caught my attention is the originality of vampires. That piqued my interest and I settled down to read in. I read for a long time and I wasn't seeing anything tangible. I was about closing the book when my eyes sighed a sentence. Vampire's are affected by sunlight, drugs, silver and garlic.

"I got a book… an old lady gave it to me. She didn’t look old, not really. Just… strange. Like she knew me." Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly, his attention fully fixed on her. "She handed me the book and then… she disappeared. Just like that. No explanation. Nothing." Elara swallowed. "I thought it was weird, but I still took it." Her hands trembled faintly as she spoke, the memory still too vivid. "The cover said… The Legend Alpha Prince," she said quietly. "And when I touched it… it started glowing." A ripple of tension moved across the room.

"Look, you're stressed. You're seeing monsters in the shadows because the truth that nature is just cruel is too boring for you. Get your head out of those books and imaginations, Aina. It's rotting your brain." He turned and headed up the stairs without another word. I looked down at the floor. A heavy, leather bound book lay sprawled near the leg of the table. I picked it up, tracing the embossed cover- an ancient, silver eyed wolf perched on a mountain, looking down at a world it intended to swallow whole. But what if it's not just my imagination? I thought, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. What if the legends weren't just stories to keep kids out of the dark? What if

I preferred to keep it that way. I ordered a breakfast sandwich and a coffee. Damon ordered a vampire coffee, and when our food arrived at our table, his cup was steaming and dark and smelled like the metallic tang of blood mixed with coffee beans. My head spun a little, mouth going dry. I sat back an inch in my chair to get away from it and pulled out my herbal medicine book to keep myself busy. I didn’t want a repeat of the vampire wine incident. I had barely opened the book to the first page before Damon reached across the table and plucked it from my hands.