Poem Vampire Novels & Stories

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.

I could sense a certain melancholy in his demeanor, a bittersweet nostalgia that transcended the passage of time. "The horrors of that ominous night continue to haunt my thoughts. When I was still a human, I was but a young and innocent soul in a small village, nestled amid rolling hills and ancient forests. Unaware that our peaceful existence was on the verge of being shattered, we fell victim to the relentless onslaught of vampires. Vampires, driven by an insatiable hunger, descended upon us relentlessly. I watched in horror as friends and neighbors were forcibly taken from their homes, their anguished screams resonating through the night..." In the quiet aftermath of his haunting narrativ

O pray the earth enfold Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust. This poem imagines a modern-day "Goth girl" as a vampire ... Dark Gothic by Michael R. Burch Her fingers are filed into talons; she smiles with carnivorous teeth ... You ask, “Are there vampires?” Get real! (Yet she has my belief.)  Sleep and Liberation―the Opiate World of Elizabeth Siddal Ulalume: A Ballad [excerpt] by Edgar Allan Poe The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere—

The Vampire wished to see me? I quickly skipped to her side, "Um, excuse me," I began in a soft voice, "The vampire? What is he like?" She chuckled, "oh, he is mysterious, almost dark and ominous. he loves to play games." I gulped loudly, she chuckled again. "Don't be frighten, miss. I'm sure your meeting will go well." Don't be frightened.easy for her to say. She halted at the door and knocked twice.

She stopped pacing, turning to look directly at him “You have the wrong idea. You’re not a ghost or in someone else’s body. In my experience that isn’t possible.” He crossed his arms over his chest. She watched then mimicked his action “Okay then stranger who knows everything. What happened to me really?” she asked sarcastically raising one perfect curved brow. Seb narrowed his eyes at her. Fine if she wants the truth so bad he’ll give it to her. “You’re a vampire.” ******************* . . * . .

He began to recite a section of the poem word for word. “But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

Maybe, he answered Vanessa's question at last, which she failed to hear as she was busy explaining things to Becca. All of a sudden, Alexander sensed something and a vampire jumped on Becca, trying to bite her. “Ah!” she screamed. Alexander ran to her in a haze and pushed the vampire roughly away from her. “Her blood is poisonous for us,” Alexander informed him. Vanessa looked at the male vampire, saying, “If you want to die, feel free to take a bite.” The male vampire grunted, “Fuck.” With that, he ran away. “I am happy that my blood is poisonous,” Becca mumbled and took out the flower Vanessa had put in her hair. “I have seen enough. Let’s see Insworthe Manor.”

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

The human voice combined with the vampire's voice, producing a cacophony in which it was impossible to differentiate between the voices of regular people and those of vampires. After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of two pieces of metal crashing into each other once again resounded, and then the air started to smell like blood. This oddly potent odor rushed out, and it seemed as though it was turning into poison as it cut through the dense fog that had completely enveloped the surrounding area.

It felt like the world itself waited for his answer. And then the vampires came. They poured into the valley like a tide of shadows, their eyes a sea of red, their shrieks echoing through the hills. The ground shook beneath their advance. At their head strode a figure unlike the rest—taller, draped in black armor, his crown of bone gleaming pale in the lightning. The Vampire Lord. The source of the curse. The prophecy burned in Kaelen’s mind: One fire shall burn the curse away. One flame shall consume or redeem.