Vampir Novels & Stories

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

“But the Lydo I know won’t think of killing me.” “No Zuka, that Lydo is dead!” Zuka tilted backward on his heel. “Don’t hate me for your death.” Vampire possesses a fit of rage known as ‘vampiric rage’ – that is way beyond ‘wolf rage.’ Vampires’ anger can be triggered in many ways and the result is the destruction of the person that triggered it. No one wants to piss off a vampire. Pissing off a dead vampire is no way to go either.

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.

If they're afraid of light --" "Crap," Henry muttered. "Dark Pools. Nasty monsters. They blend completely in the shadows, and they're basically like big hungry mouths. Shine light directly on them and they dissolve, but people generally can't detect them until it's too late. Someone had to have summoned them, but . . . wait, why can YOU see them?" Shamira shrugged. She looked around and noticed that some things seemed crisper. "Strange. I never noticed it before, but vamps can see stuff better in darkness than in light, can't they?"

Seraphine echoed, confusion etched across her face. Lyra leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.”

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

About twenty pale-skinned creatures emerged from the thick forest, their teal-green eyes glimmered in the darkness. A vampire, unlike a lycan or werewolf, was born with one of four distinct abilities: speed as quick as lycans, called a velox; strength superior to werewolves but inferior to lycans, called a fortis; invisibility, called a discretus; or the most-feared, mind-manipulation, called a decipio.

Dad was not there with the police, the council meeting is more important. I’ve seen the families of the victims crying and cursing at the media. Although there were a lot of people, she always stands out among them. It was only a short distance away that I knew he was there. She always smells like fresh water from the ocean, that’s how her blood smells. To tell you, strong human bloods have different smells. They go with the smell of the ocean, then different kinds of flowers. Vampires believe that the blood with the smell of the ocean is the most delicious.

I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”

He's still as young and handsome as before, isn't he? As soon as Aurora finished speaking, both she and Maris burst into laughter. Vampires not only possess immortality but even their appearance is never affected by time. If Harvey had the characteristics of a pureblood vampire and kept the mature, elegant features of a thirty-year-old man, Maris and Samson seemed more childish than he was. When they became vampires, they were only twenty years old. However, because Maris always likes to wear heavy makeup, she looks older than her neighbor Samson.