Stories Of Vampire Novels & Stories

She asked, letting it settle into her mind, "As in you're the first Vampire?" "The original, yes. There are many with my blood in them, though by now I'm sure it's deluted enough." He let out a sigh. They walked up to a cafe where people gathered outside with their hot drinks. Willow stopped as she gazed through the window when an older man and woman stopped as they were getting ready to pass by. "Young love." The old man chuckled.

She had been growing more and more despondent as time passed without a familiar appearing. “It is a well known story, popular amongst vampires,” Sigrid told her. “About a man who fell in love - ” She broke off with as gasp at a roar of bird call. The sky darkened overhead. “By the goddess! I’ve never seen so many sparrows flock together!”

She sighed longed and exhale, her gaze constantly looking outside the veranda like her eyes were digging through something in the sky, a night where only the stars were glowing in their place but no moon. "Dad used to recite me the history when I was a small child. A history about the war between vampires and werewolves. He said they barely stand each other. My memories are vague about it as it was long before and I merely remember what he said. " "All he used to tell me was war history so grandma used to snatch me from Dad whenever he told me disturbing history. She believed I may get bad influence or get mentally disturbed and unhealthy if he tells me the violent history of war. I was just

his world. 23rd Imperial Year? The first Imperial Year started when the First Vampire and His Human Queen ascended the throne. The First Vampire King... Wait! This is the Royal Library then this journal... This journal belongs to the First Vampire King! That portrait... The portrait belongs to the the First Royal Family of Eleneas. The forgotten name of The First Vampire King was Cassian Daniel Devin. The last name should have made it clear to me but guess I just didn't want to. My eyes then fell down to a journal which was neatly placed beside the one that was now in my hands. Placing the journal back on the desk, I picked up the one placed beside it.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

Emily, driven by a thirst for knowledge and a relentless curiosity, had immersed herself in the study of vampire lore. Her research had led her to uncover intriguing clues about the enigmatic vampire queen, Sofia, and the possibility of accessing the throne that held immense power within the vampire realm. As Emily delved deeper into ancient texts and obscure manuscripts, she pieced together fragments of forgotten history. Legends whispered of a hidden ritual that, if performed correctly, would grant unparalleled authority and control over the vampire kingdom. It was said to be a path shrouded in darkness and treachery, where only the cunning and determined could succeed.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Tobi confirmed that father was indeed in his right senses, yet I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around what he meant in his last sentence. For a very long time,e before I became an actual vampire, I was picked on for being human. I wasn’t the first of my kind to happen of course but that didn’t change anything, before me there was another Prince, Julian and before him a long time there was a princess, Anastasia. No one knew why we happen, but apparently, my kind could only happen in a royal bloodline. So it most likely happened because the other two and the ones before them were my ancestors.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

“That's weird, I bet Ethan is hiding something.” It was already night, I was engrossed in the book I found. It wasn't giving me any solution but it had these vampire stories in them. Their do’s and don't, heroes and heroine, the war between them and hunters and their little alliance with the witches. It had a similarity because the man who bit me was a vampire.