Steampunk Vampire Novels & Stories

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

Little did she know I also discovered Daddy’s old box in the attic, and ‘The World of the Unknown’ was in it. I sigh in content and settle onto the dusty floor. One at a time, I flip through the cream-colored pages strumming my fingers along with some words carefully while others I skipped through with little interest. “Oh look, ‘Vampires and Blood Suckers.’ I forgot about this.” I laugh sarcastically, thinking of my current predicament. Pulling the book closer to me, I read the words to myself. Vampires and Blood Suckers “A vampire is an immortal creature that subsists by feeding on the vital essence of the living through love and blood. Some visit only the ones they love. Some create misc

Skye asked. “They’re less of a kind, and more of a group,” I explained. “The Soul Stealers. So, Light Vampires only drink blood that is given willingly. In a pinch, we can make do with animal blood, but I’d never hurt an animal either – I only ever take a small amount. Dark Vampires, however, take human blood without consent. Now, The Soul Stealers think that the blood is more powerful if it’s taken from a fearful victim.” I gulped. “You can imagine the kind of people – of monsters,” I corrected, “that they are.” “Yeah,” Skye muttered, his eyes flashing. His hand stilled on my shoulder.

“You see, vympires were turning vampire prior to the creation of Dracula, but they had no king or organized society until Dracula was created by the vympire rogue turned vampire, Dracul, and his evil sorcerer. Part of what Dracul’s sorcerer did to Dracula was to make him immortal. Although his vampires live for thousands of years, they eventually do expire. Dracula cannot expire. He’s doomed to live forever, never moving forward, always stuck in time. Some saint, whose name eludes me, managed to slip in a loophole that only a very few are aware of. Dracula can be killed by the bloodline of a loyal general who he betrayed while still a human. Somehow, the family lost the knowledge of th

"In all of the stories I often read--" "All of those were from human fiction stories, isn't it?" "Yes." "It's only natural to add a crazy fantasy spice like that," Stephen snorted in response to his words just now. He didn't know if it was just his feelings or not, but it seemed that Stephen was offended by his question just now because the change in the man's tone was so obvious. "So far, I have never known vampires and werewolves who are immortal. Ah, with the exception of William Schneider, who made werewolf history as the only werewolf who was blessed with immortality--which unfortunately was used in the wrong way."

Hundreds of Vampires sat around this large wooden table, plates piled high with amazing smelling food. It only made me hungrier. Each plate had something different on it, probably to match each vampire's specific cravings. I felt bad for the slaves that had to prepare all of this three times a day, not to mention filling all of their glasses with blood. Master's looked especially delicious, steak with a side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a big, red apple. I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city.

"The woman Caeser loved was human so one night he lost his control and bit her. Instead of dying, he turned her into a vampire and when they had their first child, the vampire population grew from then. Vampires led the island and would occasionally go to the human world to get some blood. Animal blood was an option, but not satisfactory. And just like humans, vampires are also curious... But one vampire got curious at the wrong place. She tampered with the world we vampires can never experience. The world after death." Alexander stood up and walked to a shelf, pulling out a thick blue book. It had no title or author and it looked like it had been there for centuries. The blue was starting t

"Hmm, well a vampire could be killed with the silver dagger, which you almost stole for Dexter I heard, so if you could add that in your project, you'd definitely get an A and be able to-" "Danny, focus." I interrupted and he sighed on the other line. "Putting a vampire to sleep forever is easy. Just dip the silver dagger into a bottle of vervain and keep it inside the bottle for at least 24 hours before stabbing the person's heart with it. It'll put them to sleep for at least a generation." by the time Danny finished, my heart was beating like crazy. Was I really thinking of doing this? "Thanks Danny. I noted it down." "Sure. But if you and your girly friends plan to put one of us to sleep