Novel & Cerita Real Vampire Stories

Many wear crosses around the necks and many carry stakes along with them. The traditional story of vampires starts with Vlad the Impaler,(also known as Count Dracula ), a ruler who killed people in the most horrific ways. He was cursed by a priest to never find peace even after death. After he died in a war, he returned to his palace as someone who was neither dead nor living. The traditional story says that Van Helsing killed Vlad the Impaler by first finding out where he slept and then putting a stake through the heart. The final step involves chopping off the head and putting garlic in the mouth.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

He asked. "I can't explain everything at once but the first thing you need to learn is that, it's not just shape-shifters that run the streets of California. There are also blood sucking creatures known as vampires and a few others that you won't believe exist; cretaceous you haven't even imagined."

Ru spoke up once again. I remained silent, knowing that Nasos had his reasons for the tale, morbid as it was. “Let me tell you a little story. About twenty odd years ago, a man and woman lived with their three kids on a farm. Their lives were unremarkable but it was content. And then one night, a woman and man show up. The most beautiful beings you ever saw. They were as charming as they were cruel. The father had a love for whiskey and card games. He had met the couple at bar he frequented, and they followed him home. Turned out he beat the man in game of cards and they decided to have a little fun with the human that managed to outplay them. They started with the youngest child. She was

That too would not leave her system when she woke. Amber was half human and half vampire. Her father was a vampire and he fell in love with her mother who was human. They had a forbidden love, but they were mated to each other for the rest of their lives. Her mother got pregnant later down the line, and it wasn’t something that was ever known to even have happened before. Hence, she was born. Her dad was a good man, and he had been born a vampire. Vampires who are Pure Blooded can have children, but only mated to another Pure Blood. Well, that is what was thought anyway. Vampires had been around for eons and just weren’t known to be all that popular until about 100 years ago. Then the storie

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

“This is a website where they post their stories.” I began to read through posts by people claiming to have encountered vampires. Most of them seemed really ridiculous, and some of them were very vague. Things like seeing figures in the shadows or watching someone jump off of tall buildings and then walk away. One person claimed he’d melted his neighbor’s face by dousing him with garlic salt. We read on for a few minutes before Emma declared, “This is dumb.” “Okay, I know a lot of the stories seem far-fetched,” Lucy nodded, “but some of them have details that seem similar to what Cassidy has experienced.”

When the realization of his actions finally hit her, the thought of asking him his reasoning entered her mind, but quickly fled when she felt a piercing pain as he sunk his teeth deep into her inner thigh. She pulled at his hair while frantically struggling to squirm free, but he held her leg with a vice grip while he sucked at the blood that was spurting with enough speed from the piercings in her flesh to make her fear for her life. Did this man rape her only to drain her of her blood? She’d learned of vampires in fairy tales, but never considered them to be real. Her mind pondered the idea that Lord Malcolm Jameson might actually be a real vampire until the world went black.

EPISODE 1 💮 I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am oft

Every vampire was aware of this law. Except for those who made those fang marks. Whoever they are, they needed to be taught a lesson so it won’t happen again in the future. But first, she had to investigate. Often times, the victims who were fed on by a sin-eater or a vampire will not survive. We have a venom so potent that leaves our victim bloodless and lifeless. But this guy? He interests me. I am going in now. “Hi.” She said, smiling. “Hello?” I said. Looking at my surrounding if she was indeed talking to me and that she had not mistaken me for someone else.” Are you talking to me?”