Soul Vampire Novels & Stories

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

Sybil says quietly, her voice cutting through the room like a blade, “a part of your soul goes dark.. or vanishes. I’m not sure if it changes you or takes away from you. But it does and will. It’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear and drive you mad. Everything stops. Even Leviath. His gaze shifts to her slowly. “Explain.” Sybil doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. “It doesn’t take all at once,” she continues. “Not at first. But every time it’s used.. it takes something with it.” Leviath studies her. Carefully. “And what would I lose?” Sybil’s lips press together slightly. “Your humanity.” A soft, humorless laugh leaves him. “I am not human.” “No,” she agrees. “But you’re not nothing either. All

“Please, let me get a picture first.” “You can try,” he offered, settling back down onto the floor. “But it won’t work.” “What do you mean?” My brow furrowed. “You could see yourself in the mirror.” “There’s silver in smart phones, fun fact, but that’s not the deciding factor of why vampires don’t show up in photographs.” He sucked in a breath, immediately letting out a harsh sigh. “It’s because we don’t have souls.” It seemed like a simple statement to him, something he’s gotten used to, but his words struck me like an arrow through the heart.

The yellowshirted woman laughed bitterly and said, "This ...... this is not yet dead through it ......" "Hmph!" The middleaged man again flicked his sleeve: "People have three souls and seven vampires, his three souls have been lost, seven vampires still have two vampires left, can't be saved, where to pick up and throw back to where, maybe there is a good reincarnation."

He would tell her, but only when the time was right. "Hmm… Let me put it like this, it's pretty much the same grouping as humans. You get both good and evil, and sometimes those who are caught in between. You see, being a vampire doesn't turn you into a monster. It only enhances what's already there. If a murderer got turned, they'd most likely be beyond evil and if it were someone good, say part of a dog rescue team or something, their pure spirit and good energy would be turned up." He explained.

Getting burned by the sun was the biggest fear however it was not for the moment. I don't know how but it was relaxing my mind, my eyes, and my soul. Very rare for vampires to talk about the soul stuff but yes I felt the peace after so many hours of stressing out. Made me realize, I still got a new day and new hope to start up a new beginning or I could say I could always decide what kind of life I want.

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik