Poem Vampire Novels & Stories

I said this while staring directly into their eyes, which appear to be trying to escape reality. "But-..." they began to say something, but I cut them off this time, "Look, Mr. Parker, don't let me force you because you also know that we vampires will go to any length to be with our mates, and if anyone attempts to stop us, the outcome will not be so~ good." Their heads were hung down and they were thinking about the current predicament "At the very least, I am a better option than the other guy, Danny. Mr. and Mrs. Parker, don't you think?" I remarked this as I took a sip from my cup.

Ocean "Fun fact, darling. When I see red, I don't stop." A tall, dark man stands in the doorway; he crosses his arms in front of his chest. One corner of his lip twitches as if he was about to smile, but the simple act doesn't happen. His presence makes me feel small, but beyond that, fear creeps over me, paralyzing my body - the stranger watched how I killed the Count. Now, even though somewhat free, I will still die at the hands of a vampire. Either way, I will die without a taste of freedom. "Here, let me show you how it's done," the man grins and stomps towards me. My reflexes have always been somewhat sharp, but I don't notice how the vampire snatches the key from my hand and drives it

One by one, the pyres go up in flames. Zael and his vampires land in the middle of the clearing and start to sing. I don’t understand the words, but the song is beautiful with an ethereal quality to it. The lilting melody fills the air, and remarkably, it lifts our spirits. It happens all at once and to all of us. We start to smile as the song fills us with love and hope. I wish Willow was here to experience the vampire song. I miss her. My arms feel cold and empty without her in them.

Still weeping, I fall into a troubled slumber. Darkness engulfs me. Glowing amber eyes emerge from the black, curving horns shining in demon fire as the red-skinned creature lunges forward, snarling my name. I flee from her, further into the shadows, only to feel the chill of the grave slide over my skin. I huddle, weeping, as a shining white vampire, her eyes flaring with spirit magic, thunders her fury.

That joy was like a tsunami that hit, dispelling all negative emotions. Oralie asked again, her voice a little stammering as if expecting an answer, then fearful of the answer to come. Because the vampire in front of her was so elusive, can't use common sense to conjecture her. Although he was looking forward to confirmation, she couldn't help but worry that this was just a joke in the corner of this vampire lady's mouth. The scariest thing is not: never have hope, but hope is raised, flickering like the fire of a winter day, and then being extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

Mayra yelled in panic, and my mind short-circuited. I didn’t know what came at me, but I immediately put Winter on the couch again and extended the nail of my index finger. I looked for something in which I could collect the blood and found an empty vial in the crash cart. “What are you trying to do, Maddie?” Mayra asked me while someone else entered the room. “My blood. That vampire died miserably after I injected him with my blood. My blood is like a poison to him. And a poison can be counterbalanced with another poison, right?” I replied absentmindedly and slashed my palm deeply, holding it over the vial.

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.

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

"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