Story Of Vampire Novels & Stories

It would have to be a huge coincidence. Many of the vampire legends seemed to have a common theme: a vampire was created when someone died in a disturbing way, for example by murder, suicide, or disease—or when someone died a sudden, unexpected death. This was especially the case if the person was a low soul, such as a murderer or thief. Many of the stories had the vampire buried by the local villagers, only to have them visit the grave the next day and see it disrupted, the soil freshly overturned, the body still intact, not decomposing. In some stories, the corpse rose from the grave and attacked people; in others it stayed put, but the spirit of the deceased visited family and friends at

"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.

I say looking down, my hair almost covering my face. "They're not called nightcrawlers. They are blood suckers that are been created a long way back. History tells that it all started from the time when a witch created the werewolves. A malfunction was done by the spell and so a bloodsucker, an abomination of nature was created. They're called Vampires." He says and I gasps. Vampires? Hmm. Like the movie Twilight? I look up at him , his face deadly serious. He is certainly not joking and I certainly need to believe that the weird guy in the movie can be a creature in real life that sucks blood from people and even werewolves.

Ahem," Alexander cleared his throat, making me stop my continuous mumbling. I whispered an apology to him and waited for him to continue. He nodded and continued. "The woman Caeser loved was human so one night he lost his control and bit her. Instead of dying, he turned her into a vampire and when they had their first child, the vampire population grew from then. Vampires led the island and would occasionally go to the human world to get some blood. Animal blood was an option, but not satisfactory. And just like humans, vampires are also curious... But one vampire got curious at the wrong place. She tampered with the world we vampires can never experience. The world after death."

That's why I was dead and yet somehow not. I was a vampire. Dear goddess. A vampire. A newborn vampire. It started to sink in. I remembered the stories of newborn vampires. Everyone knows newborn vampires are uncontrollable, violent, killing machines. They kill everything. They gorge on blood. They're insatiable. I put the stories together with what I was feeling. The Need. How I could sense life. Blood. The Need for it. I was smart enough to know I wouldn't be able to sate the Need no matter how many I killed. No newborn vampire could. It took years, decades for some vampires to control the Need.

says Brent, “but the original vampire is the first vampire ever. All of us have been created from his blood. I don’t know their story, but the Silvan family was the first to turn. I think he has a sister too. I don’t know if any other members of his family turned into vampires or not. Also, I am not sure about any of the details. This is all legend, you know. It happened about two thousand years ago. I have no idea whether such a family actually exists or not. But it is a part of vampire folklore. For all I know, it could be some random vampire going about saying he is Evarius Silvan to create an effect.” “It doesn’t make sense,” says Tasha, “no matter what side of the story we believe, beca

My brothers sat around me, told me about what they had heard which was to go straight to the leader of the vampires. It was dangerous for us to fight the vampires; so many good wolves have died due to them, including my Mother, our Luna. Dad hasn’t been the same since that tragic night... I, on the other hand, grew from it. That very night, I shifted for the first time. It should have been a happy night for me and the other sixteen-year-olds, it was our first full moon, but it also meant it was the best time to attack. New werewolves didn’t have the best control of their bodies yet and that night, a few of the warriors, my mother included, followed us into the woods to make sure we didn’t ge

Before my parents disappeared, they told me the story of how they believe the war began. It wasn’t a pretty story; in fact, it was downright the most jacked up romance story I had ever heard. Genetics can truly be a bitch sometimes, but I’m getting ahead of myself. It first started with the vampires and the werewolves. It’s not very common for a wolf to have a vamp mate. The reason it’s so uncommon is because if one drop of vamp blood enters the werewolves body said wolf is instantly dead. This is the same for vamps, one drop and they die. Well, it just so happened that fate had a sense of humor. Fate had paired one of the royal wolves with the daughter of the vamps president.

She pressed the G****e icon and stared for a moment at the search bar before deciding to browse about vampires even though she already knew them by little heart. The first article she’d seen was from history.com, which had a one-sentence excerpt below the title: “Vampires are evil mythological beings who roam the world at night, searching for people whose blood they feed upon.” A hundred times she had read this and she almost memorized the content. All the same, she went through it with yet another sigh.

“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.