My Vamp Novels & Stories

“I… I don’t know. I’ve only used it the day we got here and I don't even know how I did it.” Thinking back to that day when we encountered those vamps and what happened sent a chill down my spine. “I was fast, really fast... Fire… I burnt them and I was strong. Like ripping their heads from their bodies strong. Literally.” my god I want to cry. I’m scaring myself as I relate to them what I did.

Amanda’s POV I wake up a bloody mess, fur matted with dust, splinters and grime, and it takes every last shred of strength to shift back to human. My bones crack and ache, my head’s pounding—what the fuck happened? We were supposed to be sipping coffee at Mondwächter Urban Timber, laughing over stupid shit, not clashing with disgusting vamps. They’ve been getting bolder lately, creeping closer, and this, this is the pathetic result.

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“I don't want to be like those crazy murderous Vampires out there, what should I do mommy?” Her helpless cry echoed throughout the room, she cried so pitifully not because she was worried about not having blood to drink, but because she was afraid that one day her unsatisfied instincts would rise and kill humans in the base.

I finally looked up to see Kamon studying my face intently, like he was trying to determine if I was having some kind of breakdown. "Ming," he said gently, "vampires aren't real." "Some of us are." I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone, scrolling to a photo Bew had taken last summer. "This is my cousin Bew, who you heard on the phone earlier. His father is my mother's brother." I showed him a family photo. "This is my mother, and this is my uncle and aunt with their kids. The vampire genetics run in my mother's family line." Kamon looked at the photos, then back at me. "You're serious."

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

There was a drop in his tone when he said ‘your first time’. Was he talking about being blood bank to a vampire or in general? “Come on now, Kara. Don’t think I can’t smell your innocence. Why do you think Vishkar was ready to lose an eye for you?” I swallowed, the image of blood staining the counter at the bar flashed through my mind. “Vampires, especially strong ones, can smell an untouched woman which is rare to find in a place this Viper’s Fang.” I was a virgin, and it was no fault of mine.