School For Vampires Gruftine Novels & Stories

Zuri smiles in a bid to hide her disappointment. It was too late before I realized we were heading down the same staircase I had taken earlier. We both stopped on the steps, staring down at the scene below us. Two faculty workers are scrubbing blood off the stone steps, and the Vampire’s corpse has magically shrunk, revealing dried-up skin and bones that are almost visible underneath his skin. It looks like something sucked into his Vamp's soul. Zuri gives me an 'oh yikes' look before clearing her throat. "Uh, what happened here?"

I took a seat in the last row, trying to make myself invisible. A man swept into the room, and I knew immediately he was different from the other instructors. He wore glasses—actual reading glasses, which seemed odd for a vampire—and his gray hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. He had the look of someone who'd spent centuries reading books by candlelight. "Good morning, students," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I am Dorian Graves, your instructor for Vampire History and Blood Magic Theory." He turned to write his name on the board, and I noticed his movements were careful, deliberate. Almost human.

“The only way to be better at blood lust is not giving in. It's like a curse and temptation that comes with being a vampire. If you fight, it overpowers you.” “When it attacks, try and push your mind off it. Think of one of the best times in your life, something very positive that chases it away. Don't keep it hanging for too long. After any gatherings, meetings. Try and feed.” His orientation sinks in properly. Better than lectures at Trey’s college. “Open your eyes.” He commands. Lucian cuts open the antelope he open as he fetches blood from its neck. He stretches his hand, giving it to me. “Drink,” his voice calm as if this was not disgusting.

She squirmed under the weight, trying to break free, a familiar deep whisper smiled near her ear, “Don’t move…!” . . Note: Word ration for a vampire meal is often used as a quantity of blood in ml. It’s a unit. 500 ml= 1 ration

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

she pressed. "They’re… my boyfriends," I said quickly. Her jaw dropped. "They’re your what?!" "We’re her boyfriends," Lucian, being the extroverted one among them, spoke first. "I’m Lucian. I’m an incubus from Eclipse Academy," he smiled, showing off his dimples. "My name is Thorne. I’m a werewolf." "I’m a vampire... you can call me Raven." My mom’s eyes were on them for a while before she faced me. "What the heck is going on? I understand they’re supernatural beings from your school, but why are you dating the three of them?"

They held him up and the vampire who had spoken before walked up to him with long claws. He lifted his hands with long,sharp nails.Nina's eyes widened.She stood up. "No oo!" she attempted to run but she was held still by two other vampires. His hands came down and slashed Axel's throat.Blood splashed on the tree.Nina screamed.The vampire threw Axel's corpse to her feet.Nina panted as she tried to struggle out of their grip. Where the hell was Blake?! Have they captured him too? "Let me go! Let go!" The vampire walked up to her and held her chin staring at her through red eyes.

It's now I take a proper look at him and find abrasions and blotches of different degrees on him. "It was true after all." My quavering eyes avert back to a huffing Mortiz stepping away from the threshold and walking in. Her eyes are blazing orange, a sign she's employing her powers as she holds a hostile grin towards the disgruntled Vampire. The suspense is suffocating. How did they come across each other? Standing three meters away, Mortiz stares between us, slowly and suspecting. It only heightens my peril as I avoid her eyes and press the quiet Vampire with my gaze.

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.

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.