Tales Vampire Novels & Stories

Many wear crosses around the necks and many carry stakes along with them. The traditional story of vampires starts with Vlad the Impaler,(also known as Count Dracula ), a ruler who killed people in the most horrific ways. He was cursed by a priest to never find peace even after death. After he died in a war, he returned to his palace as someone who was neither dead nor living. The traditional story says that Van Helsing killed Vlad the Impaler by first finding out where he slept and then putting a stake through the heart. The final step involves chopping off the head and putting garlic in the mouth.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE Kael stepped forward, his face tense. "Your Majesty, Scarlette, Demetrius," he greeted them, bowing low. "I have troubling news from the Vampire Council." Gabriel's jaw clenched. "What is it?" "The Council has received reports of a group of rogue vampires attacking nearby villages, killing and turning humans indiscriminately," Kael explained. "They believe that it might be the work of one of our own." Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "One of our own?"

She is still learning, but she can understand some of it. Tasha flips through the pages and picks up a few words like aging, beauty, immortality, strength, power, etc. It is a thick book with details on all these topics and Tasha can see how the idea of vampires must have come about. Each of their qualities is extensively discussed here with various spells and drawbacks and a lot of other things that she cannot make head or tail of right now. She looks up and sees Evarius looking at her. She gives him a little smile.

I add. She smiles up at me, “I love you too Troy and I don’t want to leave you either but duty calls.” I sigh, “Can we at least stop fighting and go back to bed.” She laughs, “Troy that wasn’t a fight, I was just giving you space to think and I also did a little digging about Zane’s uh problem.” She takes my hand and leads me to a seat. I frown wondering what exactly she means by digging. “Harper and I went to the library yesterday and found a book on Vladimir, it tells the story of how he became a Vampire annnnd about his four loyal soldiers.” She looks at me to make sure I’m following.

The Vampire crouched and flipped his talons out. “We have to be careful. He's old and strong,” Taurus warned me. The vampire just stood there watching me with intense, burning eyes. He wanted me to attack him, so I did. I charged at him, and he caught me by my throat. I whimpered when his nails dug into my flesh.

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

She noticed him disappear from the driver's seat, only to reappear right next to her door, at her side of the car. He pulled the door open and invited her out, the girl's eyes widening with alarm as soon as she realized something. "Wait," The vampire's brows furrowed as he looked down at her, watching her take a hold of his hand and rise up to her feet. "What are we going to tell them?" She peered up into his eyes, a hint of worry dancing in hers. Nicholas' brow raised with confusion.

“This is one of your spooky dad stories.” Kael tilted his head. “I’m serious, Ash. There’s more to this world than what textbooks teach. Some stories survive because they’re echoes of the past—half-remembered truths.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay. Suppose vampires were real. What would hurt them?” Kael didn’t hesitate. “Sunlight. Fire. Silver. Blood of the wolf.” Ashara paused. “Wolf blood?” He nodded. “It’s like poison to them. The two species have always been… incompatible.”

I leaned away, narrowing my gaze, uncomfortable with the attention. “Have your eyes always been gold?” he asked. I shook my head. “No, they are green.” “Pay it no mind, my dear. All vampires’ eyes change color after awakening to their gift, and golden eyes indicate a powerful gift.” He patted my shoulder. “I don’t feel any different.” I touched my chest and realized the stab wound was healed, and that my head didn’t hurt, and my body aches were gone. I touched the tube in my arm and the blood bag in my hand.

She said, her hands were still buried in her coat pockets. For a while they walked together in silence inhaling the cold air. Eventually Zara glanced at her. "Are you worried." Valkyrie laughed softly. "You're very observant." She commented. "I'm serious, are you worried?" Valkyrie's smile faded immediately. "The stories weren't supposed to be real at least." She turned to look sideways. Zara frowned a bit. "What stories?" "The ones you know, that parents tell young vampires when they want them to be close to home."