Poem About Vampire Novels & Stories

She slipped past the invisible barrier. Emily gasped, trying to turn, but the vampire was already there. Cold, dead fingers gripped her arm. "Found you," the vampire whispered in her ear. SLASH. Talons raked down Emily’s forearm. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was agonizing. It felt like ice water had been injected into her veins. Emily cried out, clutching her arm. Blood—bright, hot, human blood—spilled onto the snow. The scent hit the vampires like a drug. They groaned, their eyes glazing over with lust.

For a pack I'd failed to protect. For a child I'd never get to meet. The vampires lunged as one. I braced myself for death. And then the world exploded in pink light.

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.

Resa called out to her but got no reply. "Ariel?" Resa said shaking her this time "How?" Ariel asked and Resa answered "We can't really control or change what we are meant to be Ariel" "What do you mean by we?" Ariel said glaring at the woman beside her "Ohhh Ariel...I'm a vampire and since your mother was a witch, you are one too" Resa said and Ariel looked frustrated and worked up.

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t

she whispered, her voice a mere breath against the silent night. I offered her a small, enigmatic smile, my fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Perhaps even creatures like me can be captivated by the scent of royalty. My dear, I am known as Draco, a creature of the night, thirsty for the essence that courses through your veins." Her fear turned to disbelief, and she took a tentative step backward, her voice trembling, "You're... a vampire?" I nodded slowly, the moonlight casting a bewitching glow upon my pale skin. "Indeed, my dear. And your scent, oh, it is a delicacy I cannot resist."

Kadeem tumbled into darkness, all sense of reason left behind as he looked out from the deep well of the nightmarish abyss, searching desperately for a way out. “Save her,” he croaked, fear clawing at his throat as he looked pleadingly at the vampire. The creature made a sour face. “She smells bitter.” He grit his teeth and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he tried, but failed to stand. “That’s the silver, killing her.” He couldn’t utter it in past tense - couldn’t say, “killed.” The vampire stood, bored, like an apathetic god. “What’s in it for me?”

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one