Original Vampire Story Novels & Stories

When Red asked why our identification laces differed from the other students, I told him that we were scholars. Actually, aside from Red and me, I no longer see any other mortals. During the first week of the school year, I saw some mortal students here, but after a few weeks, I observed that they had already started to vanish. Vampires are incredibly skilled at killing their victims, and no one will be able to determine the cause of death. "I'll just get some ice cream," red said, and I agreed. We both make our way to the canteen's freezer, and he takes a step back when he opens it.

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.

"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…"

“It’s okay. But I know you won’t use such language around our daughter.” She nodded. “No. Of course not.” It was funny that I had thought she was prim and proper and wondered how relaxed she would be. But come to find out, I was the one who was more of a prude. Go figure. “Please, continue.” “Of course.” She smiled sheepishly, reminding me a little of Princess Diana, but with long hair. “When I was eighteen, I met a young man and fell madly in love. Unbeknownst to me, he was a vampire.” She let out a deep breath, looking down at her hands in her lap. When she lifted her eyes, sadness was prevalent there. “My father wouldn’t let me marry him. When I wouldn’t give him up, they killed him, but

Or maybe I've had a mental break, and all of this is only happening in my mind. "All stories come from somewhere and his bloodline was created long before his fable was. The house of Draculesti, well, they have ruled the vampires since the dawn of time.... it was the child of Draculesti that first started these troubles." Darrius gazes off towards our truck and I follow, glimpsing both my femmes staring this way and eavesdropping in as best they can. Still immobile and I guess Leyanne is keeping them tied to their seats even now. Leyanne follows my line of vision and I hear her sigh, before I look away and dismiss the sight of them.

That's why I was dead and yet somehow not. I was a vampire. Dear goddess. A vampire. A newborn vampire. It started to sink in. I remembered the stories of newborn vampires. Everyone knows newborn vampires are uncontrollable, violent, killing machines. They kill everything. They gorge on blood. They're insatiable. I put the stories together with what I was feeling. The Need. How I could sense life. Blood. The Need for it. I was smart enough to know I wouldn't be able to sate the Need no matter how many I killed. No newborn vampire could. It took years, decades for some vampires to control the Need.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Alpha Vai states. “There was a pure-blood vampire that was killed at the same time that Bahran was changed. This pure-blood was a female and she was from Brazil. It was said that she had found her beloved or mate but that he had rejected her and then killed her.” Lazarthio comments. “I have a feeling that the mate that killed was Bahran and that he somehow tricked her into believing he was her mate. He probably killed her once he had changed.” Dray remarks.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

It seemed like he didn't drink as much as the previous nights. "What do his eyes look like?" she asked. "They were red. Almost black. They were hollow." He shivered at the memory before turning to her. "It is no surprise. He has no soul." He said. "Is he the one killing the women?" "Yes. He is a monster. A demon. He feeds on these women. That is why I have to kill him or he will grow stronger with every soul he takes." Angelica frowned. All this sounded so unreal, yet she knew there was something behind what her father said. He couldn't just be making up everything. Maybe exaggerating, but something was going on in their town.