Stories Of Vampire Novels & Stories

Just tell him… “Ok, keep in mind that you promised not to freak out. And I’ve told you that I would never hurt you. There isn’t any easy way to tell you this. I’m pretty sure you’ve heard the legends about vampires?” “Sure, I’ve heard about them. But what does that have to do with anything?” She could hear the impatience in his voice. “What do the legends tell you about vampires?” He looked at her like she was losing her mind. What does it matter? “They drink blood, human blood, they are immortal.” He sighed “I don’t know why you want me to tell you this, vampires are just legends, they don’t actually exist.” “Please, what else do you know about them. What can they do?” She was near begging

A gasp immediately escaped her lips "The men slaves are used as guards,only those who will swear their loyalty.But those who would not,would be killed." Jenna continued to explain "The ladies or girls are either used as sex slave or blood machine" "Blood machine?" Nina repeated Jenna nodded "What I mean is..the Vampires draws blood from them.If they're lucky and it's just a little amount,the lady might just become a vampire" Another fierce gasp escaped Nina's lips. "If they're unlucky and it's a huge amount," Jenna paused "She might die"

He gave me a startled look before stating softly, “I prefer the term night-walker, but for now we’ll use vampire. “Not all vampires are cruel animals, my dear. Remember that I stated there are various races of vampires, just as there are various races of humans? Certain vampire races can indeed procreate, but they do it seldom. Once every fifty years or so. The night-walker clan I was born into knew no evil until the night of the moonlight slaughter. Something happened to them that night. It changed the future of the clan forever. Some members of the clan developed a thirst for blood Dugal could not control. Eventually a war broke out amongst them. Dugal and his followers drove the bloodthi

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

What's their aim? Suddenly, she felt there was more to this and didn't think it was just an ordinary attack. Ralph watched her silently, with his lips pursing and pondered on what Violet was thinking. Does she really knows the strange creatures? " They are called the vampires, and you are right, they are blood sucking creatures. Although they are strong and fast, but they are not immune to the light. The sunlight is their biggest weakness. They were also the ones that destroyed our pack," she informed Ralph in a calm tone, but her last statement was a lie.

She said, her hands were still buried in her coat pockets. For a while they walked together in silence inhaling the cold air. Eventually Zara glanced at her. "Are you worried." Valkyrie laughed softly. "You're very observant." She commented. "I'm serious, are you worried?" Valkyrie's smile faded immediately. "The stories weren't supposed to be real at least." She turned to look sideways. Zara frowned a bit. "What stories?" "The ones you know, that parents tell young vampires when they want them to be close to home."

There were two ladders with wheels so that you could climb to reach a book you wanted. Sebastian pulled out a book or two to read the title, and then put them back. He decided on three. “These books are about various gifts vampires of the past have had and how to use them. There are three volumes. Let’s start there.” I took the books and looked at the unfamiliar words, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t read very well, if not at all anymore.” Sebastian said, “What do you mean. Haven’t you learned?” “When the Luna was alive, I had started my letters and sounds and started to build simple words. But after she died. The werewolves hated me and never gave me the chance to learn more.”

Wolf discloses. My eyes turn wide with each passing moment. “ I knew that witches were real and Oracles and Elves because I have seen them. And now there are vampires as well. Are you kidding me?! ” I hiss at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Wolf nods grimly with a small awkward smile stretching across his lips. I hit my forehead with the palm of my right hand. “ According to my mother’s stories…Vampires…Eeeee…Drink human blood and even store it for….Eeee…future use. ” I grimace.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.