Vamp Vampire Novels & Stories

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

"I'll take that as a no." "Vampires are, in general, preternaturally beautiful, sly, vicious, sensual creatures who survive on a mix of certain foods and fresh blood. They are not resurrected people or walking corpses." He snickered. "They have beating hearts, have children, marry, love, and so on, just like everyone else."

Camlin retrieved the rapier to toss it again. “Vampires,” Kayla whispered as realization struck her. The rapier was of silver, and it burned the soldier. The three v’s on their arm badges. Terror consumed Kayla. “V Empire.” A loud bang. The glass wall behind Kayla and the rest shattered, shards of glass flying through the air. They parried the shards with their hands shielding their eyes, swiveling their heads aside. Some shrieked and bent over. The next second, one of the vampires flew into the room through the broken glass and grabbed Kayla, disappearing immediately.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

He stood over me, all raw power and dangerous. I whimpered when I bumped my arm, and he knelt closer to me. He was on all fours, hovering over me. My bones were quickly healing, and I was ready to shove him away. His face was an inch away from mine now, fangs out and hissing. I didn’t know what to do. I had never seen a vampire like this before. He lowered his head and scented my neck. I trembled with fear and anticipation for what I didn’t know.

Silas recovered quickly, his fiery eyes alight with fury; his long brown hair tattered and knotted as he lifted my mother from the ground. He growled, quickly snapping her neck as he sunk his fangs into her wrist, draining her of the essence witches carry within their blood at the moment they die. An essence that will make a vampire stronger, give him abilities he otherwise wouldn’t have, my mother’s blood was like mine, it was special in a way only they could use, it would allow certain pure breeds of vampires to walk in the daylight, to reside amongst the living.

I asked, he nodded, "It's two separate ceremonies that happen on the same night, then you'll be a vampire. The first one is more public while the second is very intimate." "I'm not becoming a vampire!" I shouted and stood in front of him, "What about my family? My friends? I will never see them again!" Nick came over to me and spoke softly,

she pauses and I nod, confirming the correct term, she smiles and continues, “.. the Chronicles have two different spellings for the word ‘Vampire’. Why?” “It’s quite simple really. A Vampyre, with a ‘y’ is a born Vampire, the oldest of us have lived for several millennia and our origins vary. I’m one of the youngest born vampyres and the head of my clan. Vampires with an ‘i’ are created. Humans who have been turned either by choice or against their will.” I wait as she nods along and digests the information. Do I tell her about hybrids? How a vampire is made? It’s hard to know how much to divulge so soon, especially when it directly involves people she loves.

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

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.