The Vampire Chronicles Novels & Stories

the professor said. Leesa handed him the old book. “What is it?” Professor Clerval rested the book on his lap. “It's an original manuscript from the early nineteenth century, said to be the memoirs of a female vampire.” He put his pipe into a brass ashtray atop the desk and carefully opened the book. Leesa could hear the leather binding crinkle. She scraped her chair closer.

Well, I needed some air. He studied me for a bit longer. "You shouldn't be here. You'll find more than just air in these woods." A shiver ran down my spine, but I squared my shoulders. "You mean the stories? Monsters in the woods, werewolves on the hills, and the whole vampire bullshit?" I gave a laugh. "I don't believe in fairy tale." His head tilted slightly, and I couldn't read the expression that passed his face. "You think they are fairy tales?"

“I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.” “Whose brains do you eat and whose blood do you rarely drink?” I asked hesitantly. “I’ve created a serum that makes it so I don’t need to drink blood or eat flesh for survival,” she replied. “But...” I sighed, “I don’t understand.” “Let me explain it to you as clearly as I can,” she said with boldness. “When the war broke out and the bomb was released,

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

"What the hell... How old are they! —No one saw anything out of the ordinary about them, that's what my great—great—great grandfather wrote in his journal, but when the disappearances of young women began they started looking for clues to whatever was going on, but it was as if the earth was swallowing them up, there was no trace of those girls left until the day he saw that same vampire that... Antton, tearing a girl to pieces without mercy My hands are shaking so I hide them because I couldn't even believe it, she keeps talking more about them and when I had my chance I asked what year that had been and when I heard the year my mouth literally fell to the floor because that was in the year

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

Alistair sent a servant to take a message to Theodore's house. "something is strange though", Alistair noted after the servant had left. "What is strange?", Fife asked. "I shouldn't have been able to wake up that easily. The last time this happened, I was in a coma for a month with a steady supply of blood and red crystals", "What are red crystals?", Elena asked. "precious gems that are used to heal vampires, replenish their energies and boost their powers", Alistair answered her. "so why did you wake up by just taking Theodore's blood?",

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

She took a deep breath. "Then, let's do it," Amy said, picking up a syringe. "Lance, the way that the cure works is much like the Sunlight Serum. You'll need a series of shots. With each shot, the transition should take you closer to becoming human. Theoretically, it will take approximately three shots for the transformation to be complete. However, if you fail to take the last injection, then your body will revert back to its vampire state. But if you complete the third shot and everything goes well, then your body will complete the transformation and you will be completely human. Do you understand?"