Tales Vampire Novels & Stories

She was tongue-tied. Camilla opened her eyes when she felt a hand on her face. She fixed her gaze on a strange woman with a doll-like face. Even though she appeared fragile and had an almost bleached color to her light gray complexion, she was nonetheless quite attractive. She can never get used to how good-looking these people are. All musing left her when she remembered how she had been abducted. She quickly rose from the bed only to collapse back on it with a searing pain in her head. She felt weak and unable to pick herself up, she instead perched herself against the headboard. The woman who had been staring at her quickly grabbed a small strangely shaped glass bottle with blue liquid in

He had said I was his mate and I had brushed it off thinking it wouldn't be true. "Mia, you are my mate. You may not understand it all but that's the truth. I would not allow anyone to have you taken away from me" he said passionately holding me closer to him. The vampires looked taken aback, they knew when a fellow vampire was lying and now they could tell he was saying the truth. Well it may however come as a shock but I spent my weekends reading about vampires and wolves except for the infamous zombies. "Here they are" Carly and some wolves popped out from the bushes. For a moment I had thought their cunning old man was with them. Mr Tartal wasn't in any way nearby.

“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.

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

memories of crimson skies, fields painted in blood, Valerian's laughter echoing like a curse. The Blood Prince was no ordinary vampire. He was legend, nightmare, a phantom whispered to pups around the fire. Two hundred years of terror carried in a face that never aged. Wherever he walked, death clung like smoke. If he was back… Massacre, that was what it meant and nothing else. Beside me, Tazira touched my arm carefully. "Alaric… what does this mean?" I didn't answer immediately. My gaze locked on Kaelan. "Who told you?"

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.