Twilight Saga Vampires Novels & Stories

The girl twitched a little in his arms, barely able to hold her head as she pulled back to look up at him. "I...uh..." His brows knitted together, curiously peering down at her as he observed that conflicted look on her face. That mild blush in her cheeks. "What is it?" She hesitated for a moment, nervously biting her lower lip as she stared up at him from beneath those half-closed eyelids. "I-Is it possible for me to get pregnant now?" He smiled, "Nope. Humans are not made for procreation with vampires. Vampire semen is way too strong for a human egg. It will destroy it before it could fertilize it," he explained, earning himself a rather odd look from her.

world peace among the different supernatural races since our family reigns three of the most dominant ones-- the Werewolves, the Northern Witches, and the Vampires. I, Blair Claudette Kendall Cavanaugh-Sperova… oh, I know it's such a very long name, and I wouldn't give a fudge to write it all on a piece of paper. Then add up Winsley on my legal married name, and damn, this is already intense madness. However, I love it more than anything. But not as much as I love my Pryce.

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders

I asked, scooting back onto the sofa beside her. “Ooh, here’s one Emma’s never seen. Let’s watch this,” Lucy said, sinking her teeth into her slice of cheese pizza “What is it about?” Emma asked, settling in on my other side. “It’s called Twilight,” Lucy replied. “It’s about sparkly vampires.” “Cool,” Emma said, a sappy smile still on her face. “I guess we know it’s not a documentary. Everyone knows vampires aren’t real.”

“Is that it? You don’t feel any emotion towards the characters? Their struggles, the conflict—“ “That doesn’t seem like a conflict at all. It could be solved if the female agreed to be turned because that’s what vampires do. The author just dragged the conflict just so Twilight can be called a series.” Elaine was speechless. She did not dare utter any single word. “If I were Edgar—” “Edward.” I sighed. “If I were Edward, would you allow me to turn you into a blood-draining creature of the dark?” “Hell yeah!” Elaine beamed. “They are immortal and cool and—” “They are not cool,” I declared. “And they are not immortal. You just have to plunge a silver knife in their heart and cut off their head

I tightened my grip on Celeste's hand, silently promising her that we would face whatever consequences awaited us together. "You dare defy the sacred laws that govern our kind?" his voice thundered, reverberating through the chamber. "This love between vampire and human is an abomination that cannot be tolerated." Celeste's voice quivered, a delicate balance of defiance and pleading. "Our love is real, forged through shared experiences and a connection that transcends our differences. It may defy your laws, but it is pure and true." The vampire elder's eyes narrowed, his face contorted with rage. "Pure and true? Love is but a weakness, a vulnerability that can be exploited. Your actions thre

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

It was lined with all sorts of exotic goblets and chalices—silver, gold, encrusted with jewels—and between them sat several glass pitchers of a red liquid, fruit floating inside. She drifted over to it, wondering what was in it. Was it alcohol? She wondered briefly if they were allowed to drink. I guess so, Caitlin thought. Why not? After all, most of these vampires, while they looked about 18, had been alive for thousands of years. If they weren’t legal to drink, then who was? “It’s our special sangria,” came a voice. Caitlin looked over and saw the twins, Taylor and Tyler, standing behind her.

I'm really getting old, she thinks as she stands up. Unlike werewolves, vampires could live for up to two millennia. Who was the vampire's creator? Who was their god? Mary wasn't sure. In the manuscript kept in the library, they reported that vampires in general are the fruit of an unsuccessful pact of the witches with Hades. The god who can't stand the sunlight and delights in the suffering of others. So, who created the vampires? Witches or the god of the underworld? "Mary, why is there a war going on between these three races over the humans?" Occisor questions getting up from the table and walking in front of Mary out of the kitchen.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.