Novel & Cerita Old Books On Vampires

I did not expect it to be this easy. "Voila!" I said and opened the closet. It looked empty, except for an old book inside there. I carried the book and looked at the cover. There was a drawing of a bat and some drops of blood. I knew this contained everything about vampires. Over the years, vampires have erased every evidence or knowledge they could find about them. I knew a lot of things kill vampires, but I was sure not all of them were known by humans. I scanned the book and saw the origin of vampires and everything I did not need. I knew about that. The book seemed ordinary, like the one my ancestor wrote, but something told me that it meant something important was in it for him to secu

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

A cold breeze attacked my flesh causing goosebumps to form on my skin and make me shiver. “A vampire has this spell book?” He asked through his gritted teeth. I shook my head again. “Not anymore. She gave it to me,” I told him. He took a deep breath and nodded; I could feel him calming. “A vampire having possession of this book is never a good thing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m glad she no longer has it, but I’m worried about how long she’s had it. These books are sacred to our kind, and they hold a lot of information that could prove to be dangerous if the wrong species got their hands on it. And vampires are definitely the wrong species. This book specifically holds a lot of our secre

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.

I wish the gods or ancestors or whoever was in charge of this distribution will look down on me and grant me the gift of gab so I can convince the rigid elders of my kingdom to grant me permission to leave. I wish I could just send out the royal servants to find but it'd be a waste of manpower. Even with their keen senses the task seems almost impossible. Sarah's is in an entirely different world. I'm not sure how I'm going to find her but I know there'll be something to guide me through this mess when I open the history books in the palace. There has to be a reference, Sarah can't be the only irresponsible vampire in history. SARAH'S POV. The room looked very basic and I liked it. I guess t

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.

A perfect fit. The old man turned the key, and as he did, the ground beneath Scarlet shook. He stepped back, and the gold door opened on its own. The site took Scarlet’s breath away. Shining, golden rays of light radiated out of the chamber, filling the tunnels. It was so bright, the vampires had to turn and look away. Only the old man continued to stare, his large pale blue eyes transfixed, as he stepped forward. He reached out, and grabbed hold of something with his hands.

They used to attack him but they didn't do that anymore, Could they be the ones behind her disappearance? He made a decision in that moment, his mind made up as he turned to Alfred with a determined glint in his eye. "We need to look into that old vampire group," he said, his voice firm with resolve. "They might have something to do with this." Alfred nodded in agreement, his expression serious as he set to work on his computer once again. "That could be very promising, I'll start digging into their history, see what I can find," he said. "But it might take some time."

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.