Story Of A Vampire Novels & Stories

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.

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

It was the vampire they had been searching for. Amanda and Hannah were prepared to fight, but the vampire surprised them by speaking first. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant. "We just want to know about your origin," Amanda replied, trying to keep her voice steady. The vampire hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My name is Vincent. I was born in the 17th century in France. I was turned into a vampire by a powerful witch, and I've been alive ever since. But I've always kept to myself, staying away from humans and other vampires alike."

I hissed as he said the words out loud unknowingly. "What?" Eva asked. "Nothing, just something I saw on my way back" I lied again. "Okay, so I talked to this hot guy today……." I zoned her out immediately and she started talking about the guy she met. I was thinking about Adonis and everything he had said all over again. I need to do something about this situation. I can't be involved with a vampire and think things will go smoothly from now. I mean I had sex with a vampire who successfully bit me and feeds on my blood as well.

I snatched a toast from Cassie's plate before dashing out the house. "Bye" I said and rushed out the house. I lived amongst werewolves, which mean I stayed for from the human world. Obviously the human's had no idea we existed. They all think we are a myth or something. There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us.

Because the story Eve had told me, Uncle Adrian had known of that story from his early life when he was turned into a vampire. King Vlad opened his mouth twice but shit it again. As if he was out of defensive words. A confused frown appeared on his face. He was unaware of the reason why I asked him. "What do you mean?" King Vlad asked in a confused tone while staring at me. Eve's story was hardly anything solid enough to hold onto. So I decided to make him talk. I had no idea what I was doing. I just crossed my fingers and jumped into the ocean, hoping I wouldn't drown. Luck could be a very funny thing sometimes. "You just got defensive, King Vlad. A person does that when he is protecting so

, I announce, throwing open the cupboard to get my cheerios cereal. "Hey cupcake, sleep well?", he responded, his eyes still glued to the newspaper. From his still shaggy hair and sleep swollen eyes, I could tell he had just rolled out of bed and had come down for his usual coffee fix. The house still seemed very empty with just the two of us. My mum had died three years ago, during an uprising by the vampires in the city. She had been staked to our backyard tree and left to burn when the sun rose, because she had married my dad, a human. My mum was a vampire, a made, not a pure blood, and she had been brutally killed by a sadistic bunch of fuckers who believed that humans were lower than th

A few shots and bottles of beer later, he was ready to show me everything about himself, even his fangs. I was so shattered. I stood up and left him at the bar, making my way back home. My mind was racing as I walked back home alone, at about two in the morning. I remembered stories I was told in my childhood about vampires and witches and how they could never cross-breed. Stories about Luna who against her parents’ wish, eloped with a vampire and brought unspeakable calamity upon her village. Until they were both dead, none of their villagers had any successful advances.

It also belonged to the very first vampire. The one who ruled all of them until he was seduced and killed by a very eager female who only wanted the power that came with the crown. The female burst into flames the moment she touched the sword. These were all stories Anna had never heard before since they formed part of Vampire history and a lot of people thought they were just myths.

Yuri was arguably one of the biggest vampires that the clan has ever known, which I guess made him a top choice for my father as my bodyguard. Rumour had it that he used to be a street wrestler back at Russia in the early eighteenth century before he was turned. The details of how he became a vampire aren’t clear since he has never really talked about it, and no one else has ever come forward to claim that he or she sired him or knew who did.