Stories Of Vampires Novels & Stories

And everyone started screaming while the rain started to fall fallowed by lightning's while the surroundings suddenly turns dark. Waylan just stood up and watch what is happening. "What is happening!" everyone asked. And from that burned mountain you can see creatures running going towards humans. They are the vampires who live from the burning mountain. They attack humans out of anger. "No!" Waylan murmured when one vampire attacked her.

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.

he asked but it sounded more like a demand. I nod my head "you may start" Vera said with a reassuring smile on her face. Looking down at my paper I can feel my nerves almost engulf me. Untill a hand is placed on top of mine under the table, looking over Felix nods his head at me and squeeze's my hand in encouragement. Taking in a deep breath I begin "Vampires came to power in the early 1500's after an uprising in the mid to late 1400's against the witches due to the practice of sacrificial magic" I said before clearing my throat still a little nervous.

“I don’t understand. You said you could see things, not everything, but some things?” “Unfortunately, Vampires are not one of them. They are not created by the Moon Goddess. They are something else entirely. They are….” “Leeches. That’s what Zara called them.” “Yes, while that is true. They are something much uglier and darker than leeches. They are not born, they are not created out of a simple bite like you were. It is said they were created by a mad man. A man that believed humans could only live on blood. He would feed on humans and when they were close to death. He would feed them his blood. Wait for them to die and restart their hearts. The problem is, their hearts never restarted.”

"The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride." "The first Crimson Bride?" "Earlier in the 13th Century, Vampires often were closer to mortals, since they enjoyed feasting on them most. Humans rarely knew about them at the time, not even the Good Mythics. Anything unusual was considered against the Word or the creation of God. There was once a human couple that walked into the depths of a forest in the middle of the night. They were in love. Until a savage Alpha ambushed them and turned the man into a Vampire. A Beta.

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.

“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 run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

The girl questioned William for a long time until she understood the meaning of this strange behavior of mortals. Castles were given to vampires either by inheritance or captured during wars. Each of them had adjacent lands: villages, trade routes, fields and gardens, just like any other aristocratic estate. If a vampire was stupid or especially bloodthirsty, he would capture subjects, making them slaves and potential food. Such castles became the subject of stories about evil spirits and frightening tales.

I barely knew how she did what she did myself, but something told me it had something to do with the copious amounts of her blood I could smell on her. "That wasn't natural, Sol," Serin said softly. I knew he was trying not to anger me. He didn't want to insult Mia, but his confusion was understandable. "Don't you remember the old stories?" "The old stories?" Sarah asked as she looked up at both of us. "Fictional stories," I stressed to both of them. "Bedtime stories our mothers would tell us." "They were cautionary tales, Sol, of half-bloods who could wipe out entire villages and kingdoms if they chose to."