Vampir Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

The only response I got where her light snores. ……………………………………. “I have taught you attack mechanisms. Now, I’m going to teach you defense mechanisms so that you don’t get killed.” He eyes widened in panic. Those were probably not the best choice of words so I sought to alleviate her fears. “You wouldn’t get killed, Kira. Relax. Vampires always aim for two spots in a human body when they want to attack: the neck and the arm. Why? Well it has been rumoured that hose are where the blood cells are closely concentrated.”

Darell believed that he had a right to know where his alleged partner was from. "I am a haemo vampire species, which is created when two powerful vampire species come together. " "Like a hybrid," he quickly added. "Yes," I replied, "but I don't know what that word means. "

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.

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