Of Vampire Novels & Stories

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

She'd attack me with her fangs and pointed nails and she wouldn't wait a second to drink my blood and he started the car. "Oh! Come on dad. It was your plan. You told me yesterday that you got bored of eating mum's cooked food.She already drinks your blood everyday by scaring you like an angry bird. Anyways, if she is a vampire then you are also the leader of your pack and your brave daughter is always with you." She gave a high-five to her dad. "Wait, wait. You said my brave daughter. Where is my brave daughter? " He asked and turned back to see.

I bet that person gets aggressive as me too when he or she eats garlic by mistake. "Maybe or may not because they are not human. They are vampires and I doubt you know them so of course, you don't know them or you do, Karien?" She answered.

*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

This situation made Aurora pale because she didn't know which way they went in, from the roof or from the drainage pipe. - A pure-blood vampire? It's been thirty years since I've seen a noble vampire. – Peter smirked, his hand went to his belt, grasping the handle of the iron ax. - What are you talking about? Who is a vampire? – Aurora approached the edge of the door and asked. - Blood. You people are drinking blood. You are also a vampire. – Peter said as he signaled the people behind him to pull out their iron axes. - I think you have misunderstood.

They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all, something that they never wished to encounter. “Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary.

Striker hissed, making me sigh. “ Did no one ever tell you Striker Skoldofr? Vampires are dead people. Their hearts don’t beat. They don’t breathe. They don’t sleep. They are not living creatures. They are the creatures of the dead and you can’t kill the dead. ” He stated coldly.

The professor ambled back to the lectern. “Vampires are thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said to the class. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true. But there are stories that every now and then, something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said, is one fang instead of two.”

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

Sol told me, "He'd sooner see the country burn than anything happen to her." I nodded my head and turned my focus onto the meal in front of me. "Ah, I know it. Vampires and their possessiveness." "Possessiveness?" Sol questioned with a laugh. "You know that...." I waved the spatula in the air to try and organize my statement correctly, "There are always some pure-blooded vampires. I can't name it exactly. Maybe it's a sort of desire to possess something or someone." "Do you mean to protect?" Sol offered, but I shook my head.