Stories Of Vampire の小説・ストーリー

She remembered his awestruck face as they found more revelations about vampires. “How did they know so much?” He had asked and she chuckled. For the first time, he wasn't the all-knowing she had perceived him to be, for the first time, he was clueless. “Well, before I met you, Vampires were just fictional characters. Creatures we only read about in books. So, every paranormal author just kind of speculated on what vampires should look like, how they should act, what they should do and all, and because people talk about it a lot, it somehow made its way online. There were or should I say are people who believe vampires exist.”

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

My voice was small and greedy, thirsty for any bit of information that would help me not jump out of the car and start rethinking why in the world I wasn't scared of sitting beside a vampire. He raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath. "Well, contrary to what your kind choose to believe, the first vampire did not choose to be. He was cursed by an angry witch. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. It happened in a small village in Scotland. Killian was young, handsome, ambitious. He was practicing to be like his da, who was what we now call doctor. He met a woman and she took to him. He didn't know she was a witch, the woman, Amara. Like all pompous men, he made her promises and took her t

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I have read books and visited sorcerers, black magicians, and priests—trying to figure out how they are still alive. Mother had told me stories as a kid. I remember quite vividly one time when she called me to her chamber, her eyes sparkling with great trepidation. She had told me stories of the vampires—how the wolves almost went extinct fighting them off. How they attacked, destroyed, and killed us, humans, and other supernaturals out there. Afterward, she had taken me to the room where I had kept Freya's portrait. She had shown me a way out and warned me to use it in case they returned and I could not handle them.

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

When I returned home, my entire body collapsed with exhaustion, as if my soul had been drained from me. I sank onto the sofa, one hand resting on my abdomen, silent tears streaming down my face. Lowering my gaze, I looked at the twin blood sigils glowing within the detection crystal and could only think how cruel fate could be. We had been bound for so long. I had wanted to give him a child. But vampires cannot conceive naturally. To force conception through witchcraft meant enduring excruciating pain and an unbearably long process. Dominic Costa had always said it didn’t matter whether we had children—that even without them, he would give me all his love.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

I did know what I saw and that means trouble. My family has been lucky and never had any encounters with them before. The stories though had been told to us. These creatures are vial, ruthless murderers. The are almost impossible to kill but our kind has been able to. Humans don't even notice them since they were once human. Vampires. I knew that I needed to tell my father because if there was vampires in the area we needed to be on the look out. I went out to my parents who were getting ready to go for a run. "Dad I need to tell you something."

Since the internet was probably the easier thing to obtain, she intended to broach the topic of suggesting it be installed with Jasper first thing in the morning. Lying in the dark, she focused on the light that filtered through the small gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. Shadows danced back and forth as vampires moved about. Do they ever sleep? She thought with frustration. The stories all had them as nocturnal beings. From what Jasper had said, most of the stories about the vampires were incorrect. It figured that this would be one of the few that was accurate.