Vamp Novels & Stories

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

Her gaze held something within, like she was trying to figure out something. He sighed deeply with sudden realization creeping in. The night he came in contact with her, it was a full moon, a star less night, though she didn't see him but her body sensed him, how could he had been so careless? How could he not have remembered? He had forgotten the old code of Vampires. When a Vampire comes in contact with a human, the human is bound to always remember his presence. Now, when a Vampire intervenes with the life of a human, the human owes him their life. It creates a bind. An eye for an eye, the code

Vic got outside the cave and stopped, ' I've seen this wolf before. Last night! It was the wolf that howled last night. But they are so many wolves. And this one looks like an human being. Shit, they are bowing down to him. Is it really a human being? ' Vic thought. He had activated his Vampdragon Eyes when he was in the cave, he did that so he could sight any aura in coming towards them in the dark cave they were in. Although they lit the light source gem, but Vic still took extra precautions. And that helped him to quickly sight the wolves that were outside.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and fl

"It was never consistent, always sporadic and unexpected." Dr. Scott was deep in thought. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair while he considered what I said. "Elizabeth, vampires, like werewolves, have unique talents. Not the same ones, mind you, but as effective. Vampires, in addition to their physical prowess, may enter a person's mind. If they are feeling merciful, they may blot off what is going on. They mostly employ it to increase dread since the victim's bodily response to anxiety affects how they taste."

Without thinking I rushed forward, surprising him as I lowered my shoulder into his stomach and drove him off his feet, sending us both crashing into the next row of graves. I may have been older in vampire years than this underling but I was a bit weaker. We wrestled on the ground with each other, claws scraping and teeth biting. The vicious underling came close to killing me when he pulled back and rammed his fist toward my chest, aiming for my heart. But I was to fast for him and capitalized on his mistake by rolling away from him and coming to my feet, back handing him across the face and hitting him so hard that he flipped over backwards onto his stomach.

“My mother killed herself. She walked into the ocean. Vampires can’t drown.” “They can if their transformation is incomplete,” Vesper says. “They’re actually easier to kill than humans.” I can feel the blood drain from my face and my ears start to buzz. “Get out,” Aldric says to Vesper. The druid says something to his brother, but I can’t hear him. My head is filled with the sound of bees.

The smell of death and blood combined nauseatingly on the movement of air from within. “Dead blood is intoxicating to vampires,” Talen murmured, barely audibly, and Heath glanced up at his mate. Talen looked down at him. “Something to be aware of, my mate,” he told him. “Never drink a liquid that you cannot see through around people you cannot trust, and don’t be tempted to bite the zombies during battle with them.” “Good to know,” Heath replied. “Mhm. I prefer red wine,” Talen told him as the soldiers within the room called out “clear” and those around them began to move in. “But I will drink whiskey in situations where I need to exercise caution.”