Tales Vampire Novels & Stories

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

So hostile, she muttered. She looked at the castle, again. The windows were dark. She wondered what the inside looked like after being abandoned for so long? Did Lord Rayven make any changes inside because it looked the same on the outside? Shaking her head, she wondered why she was even curious. People just liked to have something to gossip about. She had heard all kinds of things about him. Some said he turned into a monster at night that hunted women. That he was the hungry wolf at night. The religious ones said he was a demon eating young womens souls and others simply believed that he was a bad omen. She wondered how he felt hearing all those things about himself?

There were so many theories and opinions that I could not actually decide which was true and which was just common hearsay. Seriously this was the most confusing I have been in a long time and coupled with the long night I had, nothing was making sense to me. One thing was clear though and that was the general agreement that vampires feed on blood. I mean every single theory made that crystal clear, but even I knew that before I went on this impossible search on the Internet. So now I had a blood sucker who is apparently "drawn to me" in his words… wonderful! I felt so tired so I just thought I'll rest my head a little bit, however I answered the call of sleep before eye lids could even clos

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

I’m also bisexual but never told a soul. While I was out of town, I let Elijah borrow my MacBook MagSafe charger. I was taking a semester off and rarely used it. A month later it was time to register for classes and my laptop was dead. Elijah was at work so I went into his room looking for the charger. I careful searched as to not make it look like the FBI was looking for the Watergate tapes in there. In his desk I came across what appeared to be a diary. I’m an asshole sometimes I admit. So what did I do? I opened it and read parts of it. Turns out my “straight” roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting.

Kristen quickly started the ignite and rushed to her. Tessa opened the door and she jumped in. "Move! Move!" Tessa screamed. Kristen got back to the road again. "What is it, Tess?" Kristen asked. "You are behaving like you saw a ghost or something," Doris said. "I...I saw a..vamp... a vampire!" Tessa panted. "What? How do you know that?" Doris asked. "Wait? You sure?!" Kristen asked. "Yes! He referred to me as sweet blood and his eyes...his...eyes. He-

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.

"Jesse, what's been bothering you? I can see it in your eyes. Please, tell us." Jesse sighed, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "There are things you all need to know," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "Secrets that have haunted me for centuries." We leaned in, our curiosity piqued. Jesse took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelations that were about to come. "I am not just a vampire," he confessed. "I am a descendant of an ancient bloodline, one that holds immense power and a dark legacy." Gasps filled the air as we absorbed his words.

I steadied myself and concentrated on the vampire in front of me. “If you know my name, don’t you think it would be polite for me to know yours?” I asked to delay. “Sable,” he murmured in a seductive tone that made my toes curl. It was the perfect name. Something softer than velvet traveled across my skin. “I am Talon’s vampire at arms,” he qualified. Talon was a name I knew. He was the head of the vampire families and not someone I wanted to meet. That meant this man was almost as dangerous. I had no options. I didn’t know if I could kill a vampire, but I knew he would kill me.