Vamp Novelas e Histórias

I still breathed heavily, taking her in. “She's beautiful indeed.” I smiled, admiring the statue one more time, before my focus landed on her. “Oh, my name is Kyle.” She stretches her hand for a handshake, which I receive, introducing myself in return. “You must be a visitor?” “Yeah, I came with my friend.” Friend? What about destiny? We started walking down the hallway as we conversed. “So what is it like being a vampire?” she is hesitant. “It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.”

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural str

24 Noah. I hadn’t slept since I left her. Vampires didn’t sleep the way humans did, but we drift. We fade in and out, disappear into memory, into feeling, sometimes into nothing at all. But tonight… tonight, I just stood in front of the mirror. The house was quiet except for the old pipes knocking like bones in the walls. I barely noticed them anymore. My reflection stared back at me like a stranger I didn’t trust.

He looked at me and smiled at me which is why my heartbeat quickened. He turned his eyes to the front again so I also turned my eyes to the front and saw that Fin's brothers were getting ready. "What's the plan?" Von asked. "In the place where we all stand, our witches wand won't work." said Leana. "We are Wolf Vampires, we can transform but not for long. Our kryptonites are all around us. He has his kryptonite." Von said. "The Pure Vampires, as far as I know, don't just rush to the gorbloyds because their target is us." Creed added.

Demika chips in a rhetorical question that’s placed somewhere in-between sarcasm and curiosity. It is no news that the Vampyres don’t come out during the day. However, the Adam twins are different—they do come out whenever they wish, only, they decide not to, just to avoid unnecessary familiarity.

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

“Oh. I didn’t realize Dacian and Cosasi Vampires have different types of eyes.” “Red for Cosasi, blue for Dacians.”

One morning in October, 20XX Los Angeles, Neil Royce rushed in from outside, tacked under his arm a newspaper, banged on Uri Wayne's desk, and gasped for breath: "Uri, look what we have?" Uri Wayne was revising the document before approving it, glancing at the newspaper headline. "Another person has become a "Victim" of VAMPIRES! They really exist in human life?" Uri looked at the words Vampires highlighted in red, then back at Neil Royce, raising an eyebrow: "That's a good title!"

“I don’t answer to you.” “You’re m-” “I’m my own,” I interrupted and Amara huffed in annoyance at me. “I’m not the kind your Alpha warns you about,” he tried to fight back a snarl as he ran his hand through his hair, “you'll see, because like it or not, you ARE mine.” “So there’s a Vamp that doesn’t drink blood then? You live off of leafy greens? Never killed anyone?” I stood up straighter, tipping my chin up, “I suppose that guy missing a hand just died of natural causes.”

EPISODE 1 💮 I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like