Steampunk Vampire Novels & Stories

Elusive, complex, poetic and sophisticated. 65. Hotel Transylvania BY CHELSEA QUINN YARBRO This is the first book of a huge series that goes through all kinds of historical periods, following the vampire Comte de Saint-Germain. Haven't read the others, but this one is excellent. 66. The Vampire Tapestry BY SUZY MCKEE CHARNAS Five related stories featuring the mysterious vampire Dr. Edward Weyland. Quite beautifully done. 67. The Delicate Dependency, A Novel Of The Vampire Life

Demika chips in a rhetorical question that’s placed somewhere in-between sarcasm and curiosity. It is no news that the Vampyres don’t come out during the day. However, the Adam twins are different—they do come out whenever they wish, only, they decide not to, just to avoid unnecessary familiarity.

I stare at the wound. Steam curls up from torn flesh. I’ve seen this before. Memory slams into me. Pack survival class. High school. I only took it for extra credits. But the knowledge I gained there was priceless. “Vampire blood mixing with werewolf blood causes steam,” the instructor had said, dropping werewolf blood into a vial of vampire blood. We had all watched in stunned silence as steam hissed out of the glass. “Vampire,” I whisper now. And not just any vampire. A vampire bitten by a werewolf.

I guess my pup got lucky on that one. Vampires were the ones that mostly kept to themselves, but mainly due to their sensitivity to light. At first, we didn't notice it, but one day, Stella wobbled inside my office, noting it. We quickly called Vladimir and arranged for the Elders to set specific days of the week for vampire trading, meaning that at certain hours, our day would become a night for them to come and trade and shop. Vladimir was thankful for it, and somehow we were making things work. Several of my people moved to Vlad's territory since, on those days, they happened to find their mates. To our surprise, several un-mated wolves were on that estate because their soulmates were fro

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of

How will I ask without knowing his name? The house is very big. I could tell from the outside that it is a very spacious house though it is dark. Everything inside looks very well-reserved and neat. Unlike the pack house where everything is everywhere and about. I don't think werewolves are as organized as vampires. Werewolves like cozy places where there is a lot of company and life while vampires are very formal and neat individuals who prefer organized places. I think it was is just a slip that I found some of them drunk, but they still have the seriousness engraved in their behavior.

He smiled, then rolled over and went back to sleep. I went downstairs and poured myself a cup of coffee. Then, I made myself some toast and slathered it with butter. It smelled delicious. I shoved it into my mouth, grabbed my purse, and headed out to the garage. The charred remains of the vampire were now just a pile of ash. It was strange that vampires burst into flames when they died. I stepped around the ash and slipped into my Mercedes.

“My mother killed herself. She walked into the ocean. Vampires can’t drown.” “They can if their transformation is incomplete,” Vesper says. “They’re actually easier to kill than humans.” I can feel the blood drain from my face and my ears start to buzz. “Get out,” Aldric says to Vesper. The druid says something to his brother, but I can’t hear him. My head is filled with the sound of bees.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak