The Vampire Novels & Stories

Smirking I could sense his irritability and I didn’t quite understand as to why that was, so I decided to ask the next obvious question on my mind, “Okay fine, so what exactly are vampires, besides blood thirsty monsters?” I asked looking up at him. Somewhat taken back by my question he thought it over as he sighed, “First of all, not all vampires are blood thirsty monsters, okay. The first ever vampire originated from a man named Ambrogio, he was an Italian born adventurer and wasn’t a vampire to start off with, he was human. He was born sometime in the 13th century BC, to understand what vampires are you need to understand how and why they came to be,” I nodded as I lulled over this,

The vampire is like a man who is very greedy and wants everything that belongs to him, something that is not his own will be robbed so that it is owned by him, whether it be people or things. People who fought for so many years didn't change anything, Vampire still grew and grew more, they couldn't even grow old, what about the weaknesses people found? Can they help? The answer is no.

Adrian Sargon said "Yes my Lord" the priest replied and slightly bowed for him "So, who are they?" "They are called the vampires" "The vampires" Adrian repeated "What are they?" "They are blood sucking, undead, night creatures" the priest replied "So, you mean that they can't be killed?" "They can be, by sticking a rod into their heart" "And who is their King?" "Amara Conrad" "Meaning?" "Amara means immortal and Conrad means bold ruler" "Where can I find him?"

He asked and I nodded. "Yes" "Good" He backed away. "I'm from the animal control department here in this town and I have some questions concerning a particular creature that had gone rabid for a while now" "I don't have an interest in animals," I said truthfully. "Ahh, you sure have an interest in this one" "Do you happen to know what a vampire is?" He asked It was then that it became clear what his real intentions were. "Yes, I learned about them in movies and books" I replied smartly.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

This situation made Aurora pale because she didn't know which way they went in, from the roof or from the drainage pipe. - A pure-blood vampire? It's been thirty years since I've seen a noble vampire. – Peter smirked, his hand went to his belt, grasping the handle of the iron ax. - What are you talking about? Who is a vampire? – Aurora approached the edge of the door and asked. - Blood. You people are drinking blood. You are also a vampire. – Peter said as he signaled the people behind him to pull out their iron axes. - I think you have misunderstood.

Then, a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield: “Guys—don’t be shy. Grab yourselves a snack.” Harpies shrieked in horror as hundreds of vampires appeared from nowhere on the batterfiled. Unlike wolves, they could fly—fast, merciless, and hungry. Vampires pounced on harpies, piercing their skin with fangs to drink them dry. Piercing screams of harpies filled the air, and they rushed to leave the fight, trying to escape the death.

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.

The woods whispered tales of old, and the echoes of the prophecy resonated in his mind, reminding him of the forbidden boundaries that governed his existence. Suddenly, a foreign scent wafted through the air, disrupting the familiar symphony of the forest. Intrigued yet wary, Adrian's golden eyes narrowed as they caught a glimpse of a figure gliding gracefully through the moonlit grove below. Recognizing the unmistakable aura of a vampire, his instincts bristled with a mix of curiosity and caution.