Real Vampire Stories Novels & Stories

Every goddamned Blood Moon. Some time ago, it had somehow gotten to his Nana's ears, the utterly absurd and completely false notion that vampires could have human mates. That was when she'd started to bring all these girls into his home. One after the other, under the pretext of her needing help around the estate. It made him laugh at the silly idea. He was no shifter. There was no such thing as human mates for his kind. What would be the point of it anyway, seeing as they were also their primary source of nourishment? They could easily kill their own soulmates, provoke themselves an immense amount of grief. It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. He still let her have her way at first, allo

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

At the same time when mankind weakened because of the constant intermittent fighting, Vampire suddenly appeared, initially just a few missing people but then a lot. It all started one night when a village with all the people there had disappeared completely, no one was left alive, and the whole village was stained with red blood, all like a battlefield. People were scared but didn't care enough to think that that bad village had been killed by hungry animals coming down from the mountains. Things will probably be forgotten until the second, third, and fourth villages, no matter how many villages have been murdered, people start to fear the nightfall and do not dare to leave the house.

Amazingly, the entire world had its own vampire tales. How was it possible? she wondered. Dozens of cultures and languages and countries, all with their own, independent, vampire stories? From the remotest corners of Africa, to the far corners of Russia—places and times where people had no way of communicating with each other—yet still, documenting the same exact stories. She was starting to feel convinced that vampirism was real. Otherwise, how else could one explain it? It would have to be a huge coincidence.

“You want the whole story?” “Give me the fangs-and-all version.” He exhaled, a deep and rumbling sound, then set his jaw. “There’ve been bodies,” he said. “All over the city. Throats open, blood gone. Cops say it’s a cult or a serial killer. That’s bullshit.” He watched my eyes for a reaction and saw none, so he pushed on. “It’s vampires. Real ones, not the brooding twinks in your movies. They’re fast, they’re mean, and they don’t follow the rules.”

“They are especially connected to the voodoo practiced in places like the Caribbean and Africa. It’s usually a witch doctor or sorcerer who brings the person back to life with a spell. In the last hundred years, zombies have become increasingly common in literature, and a bit later, in film. In these modern stories, it’s usually some kind of plague or radiation that turns hordes of corpses into flesh-eating monsters.” Leesa nodded. She had been right to come to Dr. Clerval. He knew at least a little bit about lots of supernatural stuff. “I know there’ve been lots of books and movies in the last few years,” she said. “Is there any chance some of it could be based on something real? Like the v

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz

The smell of death and blood combined nauseatingly on the movement of air from within. “Dead blood is intoxicating to vampires,” Talen murmured, barely audibly, and Heath glanced up at his mate. Talen looked down at him. “Something to be aware of, my mate,” he told him. “Never drink a liquid that you cannot see through around people you cannot trust, and don’t be tempted to bite the zombies during battle with them.” “Good to know,” Heath replied. “Mhm. I prefer red wine,” Talen told him as the soldiers within the room called out “clear” and those around them began to move in. “But I will drink whiskey in situations where I need to exercise caution.”

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

Three things occurred to Isabella as she watched the vampire charge the alpha wolf as if in slow motion. The first was that, based on those bloodstained fangs diving toward them, vampires were far more lethal than stories had led her to believe. As a Rogue who’d grown up in the countryside of the Sunshine State, she hadn’t had occasion to encounter many. Aside from being in New Orleans, they were more common in the northern parts of the country, and they tended to keep to big cities with high human population density—the sort of places where she’d never spent a day in her life.