Old Books On Vampires นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The last date was dated to fifty years ago. He mentioned his current age in the journal and it tallied to the age Oscar had mentioned to Logan. He set the journal aside and picked up one of the books on the table. On the cover, it was written boldly—the lore of the vampire world. Logan leaned against the headboard and raised his knees slightly as he prepared to read the book. He opened the first page and it was filled with drawings of vampires for the first five pages. The sixth page had a drawing of a bat.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

“Our witches traced her scent to this place, but someone carefully wiped away traces of their scent on her neck. She has been here, and her blood has been drained. The wounds have been closed up by the magic of your saliva. Couldn’t it be more obvious that this is a work of a vampire?” I wince, the memory of Charles drinking that girl’s blood. I glance at Charles, who still looks anywhere but in my direction. If once in a while a vampire drains someone of blood, they never leave traces. Did Charles set me up? “I need compensation and one vampire as a sacrifice, just like it states in our agreement.” “So you want money?” King Bernard chuckles. “Or some land,” the pack elder speaks. “The vampi

I need to figure out a way fast. The rest of the day was spent thinking and re-thinking . First in the next morning I woke very early and left for the library. The library is at the very centre of the pack. It's very big and has section for different genres. I began searching for the history book. The first book that caught my attention is the originality of vampires. That piqued my interest and I settled down to read in. I read for a long time and I wasn't seeing anything tangible. I was about closing the book when my eyes sighed a sentence. Vampire's are affected by sunlight, drugs, silver and garlic.

*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

Cadence asked. “This book is very old,” he began, his hand hovering over the cover of the leather bound book but not touching it, though he was wearing a pair of the white gloves Cadence had seen historians wear on television shows. “I believe it was likely written in the mid- to late-sixteenth century, possibly earlier. At that time, Vampires controlled much of Scotland and Ireland, as you know, and they would continue to dominate that area of the world for the next several centuries. It’s basically a manual for all sorts of information to be left for successors, should anything become of the kings and queens of the time, though they obviously expected to live forever.”

Fair point. He pulled a thick tome from the shelf. Dust billowed up when he opened it. "Julian's old. One of the oldest vampires still walking around. Which means there are records. Accounts. Stories about him scattered through history." He set the book on a small table in the corner. "We start here. European vampire registries from the 1600s. Work our way forward." Sat down across from him. I started reading. The work was slow. Tedious. Most of the text was in languages I hadn't spoken in centuries. French. German. Latin. Tormund translated when needed. Made notes in the margins. Cross-referenced dates and names.

They were fiction to humans, but all too real for people like Haydon and I. Slowly I skimmed the pages in one of the books and became fully aware of how much hatred vampire hunters had towards vampires. However, I realised that this was true mostly for the older generation. The generation my mom belonged to. Slowly I put the book down and headed to Haydon's bed where I sank gently into the duvets. Slowly I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, loving the potent scent of him. I was in an absolute state of peace when all of a sudden, I heard screams of agony coming from the room next door.

All the same, she went through it with yet another sigh. It didn’t tell her much. It was just the usual definition of vampires, their history, some validities of their reality, and sources. Merely scrolling down, she picked up the most common keywords classic monsters and Count Dracula, which happened to be a legend from Bram Stoker’s epic novel, Dracula. She had already read it and things were becoming rather repetitive. No matter how hard she tried to fit Zheira’s description to how the article described vampires, there weren’t any. Fuming silently, she went back to the search bar and typed creatures with horns and golden eyes, and the results were as implausible as the first.

“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.