Old Books About Vampires Novels & Stories

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

ADAM Restless. That's what I'd been all evening. The moon hung somewhere behind the clouds, its faint light slipping through my office window and glinting off the pile of books scattered across my desk. Some were ancient, their spines cracked, pages yellowed with age. Others were newer, filled with recent research from scholars who barely understood what they were writing about. But all of them had one word in common—vampires. Creatures that had no business being here. Not in this land. Not after nearly a century of absence.

and I need to find the source of the intoxicating smell that is still in my mind and nose. TANSIA POV I temporarily lost the scent around dawn deep inside the forest, which annoyed me, but I was picking up a new scent now of tobacco and rum, thinking my mate may have either disguised his scent or covered it, telling me he is more than likely a witch. I can't help but be excited, I didn't want a wolf as a mate as they tend to be obnoxious and pompous, vampires tend to be aggressive and manipulative. but my parents taught me to always keep the mate bond.

The study was filled with books of old volumes on paranormal and cult creatures. Open on the desk was a volume dedicated to vampires with regards to the last decade. Scott had never seen such an extensive collection of books on paranormal creatures. Everything he knew was what his father taught him. He’d met most of the species of the Otherworld. The species he hadn’t met he’d been told he never wanted to know. Sitting down in Raymond’s chair, Scott pulled the book into his lap. There were several pictures of vampires with sharp fangs. Blood-suckers. Holy water. Garlic. Mind control. So many words connected with vampires.

Pellethia glanced at Lucianne and Rafael before she commented, “I’m surprised Aunt Lucy hasn’t read anything about this. I wonder what’s in the libraries and bookstores of lycan territory these days.” Xandar sheepishly said, “Mostly about our history and feuds, written and edited to villainize vampires. We’ve taken back textbooks from schools to be rewritten a couple of months ago, so those would show differently by the end of this year or the next, at the latest. There are a few books on your species’s biology but not a lot. Lucy has only three of them, and she said it was pretty much the same thing, nothing as in-depth as what you just told us.”

Meanwhile, I sat inside the library of the Winter Garden, turning the entire place upside down to get information on vampires. “Strange.” I mumbled as I looked through the book titles. There weren’t many books or detailed information on vampires. It was all the basics, like how to kill a vampire with a wooden stake and all. Nothing that I didn’t know. I sighed as I flipped through the last book and threw it. Why was there not much information about the biggest rivals of wolves? I massaged my temple with my two fingers when my tired gaze fell on the open book that I had thrown across the room out of frustration.

"Cooking is lots of fun." "I was always a book boy, myself." He gives a dramatic bow, bouncing back up and sauntering into the room. He studies the shelves and many seating options. One book seems to grab his attention in the historical section. I've read a decent deal of that section for my studies but the one he grabs I'd only ever passed over. Deep blue but faded with lettering that may have once been metallic on the spine. "'History of Lycans, Vampires, and Magi, Volume One.' Seems a little small to cover the importance of all three species." "It is only volume one," I offer.

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

“I meant heal, dumbass.” The past three days had somehow been very hectic for me. I had been doing a lot of studying. I had been studying about the nature of vampires and quite interestingly, Woodhidge had a lot of books and scrolls that had the history of every Supernatural that ever existed, alive or extinct.

His voice was too low for me to understand what he was saying, but he sounded urgent. And left, I was looking through the window watching some of the pack members who were walking around. While I waited, I looked around his study. I'd never really paid attention to it before, but now I noticed something strange. There were books everywhere about vampires and dark magic. “What are these for?” I keep looking around, moving gently. Old books with worn covers and pages that looked like they might fall apart if you touched them. “Has he been studying all these books?”