The Vampire Story Novels & Stories

Since the internet was probably the easier thing to obtain, she intended to broach the topic of suggesting it be installed with Jasper first thing in the morning. Lying in the dark, she focused on the light that filtered through the small gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. Shadows danced back and forth as vampires moved about. Do they ever sleep? She thought with frustration. The stories all had them as nocturnal beings. From what Jasper had said, most of the stories about the vampires were incorrect. It figured that this would be one of the few that was accurate.

I watched in amusement as she walked away, sighting her fake butt job. "What did she mean by specialty?", I asked, all my senses attuned to where Vanir's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin as I tried to regather my wits. "Vampires come here to seek a sexual high by feeding", Vanir said and I gasped, definitely from his words and not the fact that a finger of his just brushed my nipple. "Humans volunteer for that", Vanir added. "Why would one do that?", I asked, my mind heady as his chocolate scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me as I squirmed on his lap.

“Vampires are undead, suicide victims, or witches, but vampires can also be created from evil spirits that enter a corpse and through the bite of another vampire. The legend of vampires is widespread, and in some places, it is even causing mass hysteria because some people are being accused of being vampires," said Vincent, murmuring the book he was reading.

"Tell me, Adrian, what's your story? How did you become a vampire?" He paused for a moment, contemplating his response. "The same way you became a werewolf." I leaned in even closer, my voice filled with intrigue. "I was born that way and I believe you were too but I want to know everything. The battles you've fought, the challenges you've faced, how life as vampire is. It's all so mysterious." He smirked, "There's nothing really mysterious about what I am." "Yet I find everything you do so fascinating."

– Lucasta suddenly asked. - I think there is. I've heard old people tell stories about Dracula. – Calantha's voice became ghostly. - Oh my God. How do we recognize them? We will only recognize them when we have been captured by them, right? – Lucasta clearly showed fear. - Come on. Don't be so worried. Dracula is just a fictional vampire in novels. From the time I was born until now, I have never seen any vampires. – Calantha laughed.

“See? He’s not dead – he’s just…gone.” “How long has he been like this?” “A thousand years, give or take a century.” “Is this how we all end up? Lifeless statues?” “No, he just couldn’t…well, I suppose, keep living anymore.” “Why did you bring me down here?” Rowan pulled two roughly made wooden chairs closer. “Sit down, Aster. I’m going to tell you the true story of the first vampires.”

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

"Speaking of the world of supernatural beings, there are a few things I'd like to ask you though." Stephen tilted his head as soon as he heard his question, getting closer to him. "About what? Just ask." "Are werewolves immortal, like the dragon clan or other immortals?" Stephen shook his head. "No. Vampires aren't immortal either. Why are you suddenly asking?" "Eh? Vampires are not immortal?" her eyes blinked in disbelief at what Stephen had just told her just now, approaching the man. "In all of the stories I often read--"

asked Caroline again. "Yes, I remember, but there is a tiny problem," said Jamima with a confused expression on her face. "Problem! Why, what happened? What problem are you talking about? Girl, I dare you to say that you don't remember the colour of the eyes because it's our only clue," said Caroline, annoyed. "No, it's not. You told me that vampires can only have two colours, red and blue, right?" asked Jamima. "Yes, what's up with it?"