Old Books About Vampires Novels & Stories

"I didn't expect these disgusting creatures to turn into werewolves. I know this world is already the same as the apocalypse, but that one was worse than the apocalypse. Do vampires also have a special research team?" Reinhard lit the end of the cigarette with the lighter, sucking the nicotine smoke into his lungs and exhaling it through increasingly calming breaths. "Vampires are not stupid, and they are also a race that is older than humans. Maybe their knowledge is also higher than ours." "Hey, give it to me too, I've always wanted to try it," asked Alexis who was trying to pick up the cigarette that was between Reinhard's index and middle finger. "Just buy it yourself," Reinhard replied

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

I decided to test that in the morning. I never got into the whole vampire craze, so all my knowledge of vampire came from my collection of Blaxploitation movies—in particular Blacula and Scream, Blacula, Scream. I remembered how that African vampire had howled and screamed when he was reduced to ashes after being exposed to the sun. I wasn't all that anxious to recreate the experience. I've been ashy, but I don't want to be ashes. I could see my own reflection, but could I shape-shift? Didn't vampires turn into bats or mist or something? I concentrated until I felt like a serious dumbass because it was evident that I was not even close to changing into something else.

Raven shrugged and muttered, "It was donated. They looked very old." "And that's not all," Raven continued. "There were a lot of books on vampires, witches, and paranormal stuff. Who believes in all this shit, by the way?" The mention of vampires seemed to strike a chord with her grandmother, who looked fearful at the mere mention of them. Raven couldn't help but notice the fear in her grandmother's eyes and wondered why she reacted that way. "Yes...vampi-" Raven started to say, but was interrupted as her grandmother suddenly stood up and began unbuttoning her shirt, muttering about a necklace.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings. I picked the first book I could lay my hands on and opened it to the chapter where vampires were discussed. "I guess you love fairy tales," I turned to see a young man, dressed in a black suit. His hands were in his pocket as he was grinning widely at me. I cocked my eyebrow. "Vampires aren't necessarily classified as fairy tales" I corrected him. "You could say so. I mean they're different, strange, and strong. They ain't human"

We got comfortable and prepared for the long flamboyant story about what he found out. “So I go back there and there’s all these super old book, like on witchcraft and werewolves and I even found some on Vampires. Do you think Vampires are real? Not the movie I vant to suck your bloooood ooooo type but like the real deal?” Taking another huge bite he set the notebook he had in his hand down on his lap. Looking around the room. “We are always made out to be mortal enemies since the beginning of our creation but I’ve never seen one.” Sitting back heavily and clearly disappointed.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

When nothing took his interest, he replaced the magazine in the seat pocket and tried to take a nap. He drifted in and out of sleep, seeing foreboding images of castles and howling wolves. Clouds drifted over the moon and casted eerie shadows over the walls and towers of a gray medieval castle. The wind blew fiercely, carrying dried leaves from branches of trees and leaving them as bare skeletons silhouetted against the evening sky. The leaden clouds continued to drift overhead and once more revealed the ominous silver moon to the delight of the howling wolves.