Poem Vampire Novels & Stories

"A vampire." I tried to call the attention of the woman but it seems that she doesn't hear me. The vampire slowly approaching them. I shout out of lungs but I feel like I am invisible to them. I want to help them, run to them , but my feet suddenly froze on the spot. I'm not able to stay still where I stand. I can see the vampire approaching. He walked slowly, I felt very scared. Suddenly the vampire's mouth opened and the fang came out and was ready to devour them. I feel frustrated that I can't even help them. Gradually, I just closed my eyes because I couldn’t bear to see two innocent people die at the hands of a vampire. Crying was all I could do as I heard the screams and cries of the c

I said as I moved closer to h and put my palm on his forehead. He looked at me with a kind of, 'what are you doing', facial expressions. "What are you doing?" He asked as he removed my palm from his forehead. "Stay still---" I said as I put my palm back. "I am just checking your temperature." I added. "Your body is cold." I said. "I told you that vampires are cold blooded. Do you forget things so quickly." He said to me with a frown as usual. "I didn't forget. I will get going now." I said as I held the knob of the door.

"Here is a list of things I wish to do to you. A part of me wants to own you. Mainly because of your sweet sweet scent. Another part of me wants to just rip you off limb by limb before you realize your true potential. Then there is the narcissistic part of me that wants to break you so bad that you'll be as good as dead. Now I want you to imagine all your worst fears. That's exactly what I am gonna serve you. But first, allow me to draw a bit of your blood. I have got to have a taste of it then I'll get on with my job." I knew right there that I was in the presence of a psycho vampire. I prayed fervently to the Moon Goddess to help me save my innocence. The vampire started muttering to himse

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of

Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary. As the group entered the chamber, the coffins all opened, allowing their occupants to emerge. The vampires bared their fangs, their eyes aglow, poised to charge at the intruders. One vampire lunged forward in attack, but a sudden rush of wings brushed past, knocking the vampire back into his coffin, which promptly sealed shut, trapping him inside.

The other tall and tin pale figures had been in similar dress and each had their cold and oddly glowing eyes on him as they watched their apparent leader reach down and pull the disheveled Porter onto his feet and dust him off. "I beg your pardon young one, as I was so busy conversing about this rather peculiar weather that I did not see you when you fell." said the white-haired thin pale figure whom Porter had immediately recognized to have been a living breathing vampire. "We of The Crimson Vanguard are not mindless brutes who go about tossing fellow students onto their collective arses, if you don't mind my saying, I apologize for not noticing you beforehand." Porter had been at a loss fo

Shaid said, as she watched the Vampire stalked towards them slowly. The potion Urrale gave her must really work, because this vampire had no idea Shaid was just like him, but far deadlier. The vampire blurred in front of her thinking she would be an easy kill but oh how wrong he was. The vampire grabbed her by the throat trying to force her head to the side to put his teeth into her neck. Shaid, grabbed the hand holding her throat and snapped his wrist exposing his bone. The vampire screamed out holding his hand backing away from Shaid. This time Said stalked him extending her fangs. “What are you why can’t I smell that you’re a vampire?” “Oh, it’s too late to ask questions now, wouldn't you

I gasped, vision swimming, shadows crashing like waves against my mental barricade. For a moment, the world narrowed to the singular sharpness of pain. I wrestled with the spectre of despair that threatened to overwhelm me, inhaling the acrid scent of magic that clung to every breath. But in the depths of anguish, something new awoke—a tempestuous fire cracking through the veneer of helplessness. The vampire laughed, a sound that grated against my senses like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, we do love a challenge," she said, circling around me with predatory grace. "Perhaps you'll make things interesting after all."

Please let someone else come and take her attention away from me. "The vampire eats the dragon. The vampire eats the dragon. Will he burn when she comes and be a pile of ash? The vampire eats the dragon. The vampire eats the dragon. Will he burn when she comes and be a pile of ash?"