Tales Vampire Novels & Stories

“Mostly just this lot.” My eyes swept around the crowded room. I wasn’t sure what they were expecting, but my small house couldn’t accommodate them. Taylor squeezed my hand, easing much of the tension in my body before she launched into her tale about her time in the celestial plain. The wolves listened in silence, none of them knowing what to make of her or her golem. “There is something you can do vampire.” One of the wolves growled after Taylor finished. “Since it seems we’re all gearing up to take on a literal god, you could take control of your monsters. Ya know, so our attention isn’t split in two directions.”

I was missing something – something big. I began with every truth I’d thought I’d known about vampires. I made a list, scratching down the words in rushed, basic letters. Vampires cannot walk in the sun. Vampires can only drink blood. They cannot eat human food. Vampires heal quicker than humans, but they can die. Stakes must not be removed prematurely. Oak wood is the most powerful tool against them, but any wood will kill. Vampires cannot get ill. A stake through the heart is the only thing that kills them, unless their head is removed and permanently destroyed. Stakes are safest.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

“If your mother simply made up her tale, where would she have heard of a one-fanged vampire? Awareness of the existence of grafhym is exceedingly uncommon.” The professor's words struck Leesa like a slap. Since she had not known one-fanged vampires existed, she had always assumed the story was a creation of her mom's imagination. But how likely was her mom's imagination to have hit so close to what Dr. Clerval had just read from the old manuscript? One fang, maybe—there would have to be only one fang to explain the single puncture in her neck. But the idea of a flawed transfer of power? That was too close to the mark. Leesa breathed deeply. Not since she was a very young child had she found

“They aren’t satisfied until they’ve completely obliterated you–you and everyone you love or have ever known. When they came to the village, they burned every home to the ground and killed every shifter who didn’t run away fast enough. And they were powerful, not just from their natural vampire curses but from some unknown boost of magic we’d never seen before.” “Wow,” Kara says. “Girl, you are wasted. You just said ‘we.’ And you said that in the past tense, like it actually happened or something.” She giggles, putting her hand to her mouth. Tasha just stares straight ahead and doesn’t answer her. She really doesn’t look drunk at all, considering how many drinks she had. Weird. “Maybe we sho

Other vampires hunt during the day with the king but this set of rippers seemed to have broken the rules. The sweet scent he sensed grew stronger and he started sniffing out the wounded one in front of him. He lifted his hand and under his fingernails, he found what he’s been looking for. “You’ve met with her! How dare you covet what belongs to me?!” Varl roared dangerously as he smack the vampire down. “Tell me everything and don’t you dare die!” He ordered. The dying vampire explained his encounter with a group of wolves and about the strange girl that fought them without changing like the rest. He explained how he got her flesh and blood under his nails and how he escaped… or to say ran f

Van must have been very confident in the abilities of the individuals she placed on this team as their task would not be easy. As Ward had explained it, Dracula had a lair beneath the castle where he held three temptress Vampires. They were extremely dangerous assassins who had the ability to manipulate their opponents, particularly those of the male variety. Van offered no explanation for why she had chosen this particular group, but Ward assured them it was purposeful. Perhaps she knew they were the least likely to be distracted by the sirens’ beauty.

"No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chosen one, the most powerful of them all, and Generosasis, she was." "That's a not-so-beautiful story, so you mean shapeshi

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

"Tell me, Alice, have you always felt…different?" The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. Kade’s hand brushed against my arm, a silent warning. "Enough riddles. What do you know?" Elias chuckled, the sound both amused and knowing. "More than you’re ready to hear." I clenched my fists. "Try me." Instead of answering, he reached into the folds of his robe and pulled out a small vial. Inside, a dark crimson liquid shimmered unnaturally, almost as if it were alive.