Old Vampire Books Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

“That night is her birthday so to buy her a gift I went out and searched every shop to select the best gift for her and on my return, some people were talking about a big scream towards my house direction and people were telling the ghost or curse of the village is returned. As soon as I heard about it, I went towards my house and got inside and saw that most hurtful scene. A man-like creature with a disgusted face holding my small sister and drinking the blood from her neck and there were so many bite marks on her hands” “She was in a half-conscious state and her blood was drying up by that vampire but still her hope on me made her call me and said, “Brother help me, it’s hurting” And soon

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real

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.

She examines the old, leather-bound spines with wide eyes. "This must have been a mistake," she murmurs, running her fingers over the covers. "Wow… these are… incredible." I step closer. "What is it?" Elizabeth slides out a thick, dusty book from one of the upper shelves. "I’ve heard of this one—it’s a book of legends."

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

“You vowed that no matter what, you would go on. I told you it would not be easy. I told you something would be taken away from you. But you made a promise. And now it is time for you to fulfill your promise.” Aiden took two steps forward, reached up on the iron knocker, and slammed it twice. Then he stood to the side, as the sound echoed throughout the empty courtyard. Finally, the ancient door slowly opened. Standing there, staring back, were a dozen vampires, all old men, with long white beards, and all dressed in white. They nodded at Aiden, who nodded back. Then they parted ways, and gestured for Caitlin and Caleb to follow. It took all of Caitlin’s will to force herself to take the fir

A lost book. Caitlin got up, encouraged, returning the books to the library clerk, and went back to the computer. She changed her keyword search terms. Lost cities. Mythical cities. Legendary cities. Vampire cities. Vampire races. Lost races. Extinct races…. Caitlin tried dozens of combinations, and this time she ended up with an improbably huge list of books, hundreds of them, having to do with lost civilizations and lost cities and races. They were mostly about mythology and archaeology in general, and not about vampires. Yet she found it encouraging nonetheless. Maybe she needed to think of the vampires as a lost race, a lost people, a lost city.

With a soft sigh, Aldric breaks away from me and excuses himself with a, “I’ll be right back.” I take the time to go through the closet in search of a leggings or jeans, anything that’s not a dress. “I told you to make a list,” Aldric says behind me. “I haven’t had time, yet, have I?” I turn away from the wardrobe to look at him. “Why can’t I hear you coming?” “I’m stealthy.” He holds up a big book. “Our bible.” “Vampires have a bible?” “Yes. We call it The Book. This one is translated into English and is somewhat incomplete, but it gets to the gist of things.” He sits on the couch and pats the seat next to him.

But due to the old age, the part of the leather had turned dusty, causing it to crack and peel off. Rose who was handed the book slowly opened the book that made a slight cracking noise. She stared at the old yellow pages, opening it to find that the book had not only been hand written but also had drawn. There was a vampire in the first page, drawn by hand, their figure, features, and even the maliciousness was exactly the same as what she had seen before. It made her curious of the other beings drawn there, finding skeletons that could move and act on their own, animals that were dead but would fight upon a magic casted by the sorcerer.