Vampire And Man Novels & Stories

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"

asked Caroline again. "Yes, I remember, but there is a tiny problem," said Jamima with a confused expression on her face. "Problem! Why, what happened? What problem are you talking about? Girl, I dare you to say that you don't remember the colour of the eyes because it's our only clue," said Caroline, annoyed. "No, it's not. You told me that vampires can only have two colours, red and blue, right?" asked Jamima. "Yes, what's up with it?"

"Creepy, but okay. But seriously, those guys are creepy. Why do they keep staring at us as if-" "They're vampires." My eyes widen as I looked at him in shock but a grin growing on his lips upon noticing my petrified state. "What do you mean-" "I really wanna kiss you right now." "Alex, I am serious, we're getting out." I started tugging his hand and stood up when Alex didn't budge. I walked towards the door and froze when the guys started getting up, their eyes growing a shade darker as they huddled around me. One of them stepped forward and I flinched when I noticed his hands reaching out to my cheeks. I took a step back and bumped against something hard . I glanced up to look at Alex, who

Conner lets out a grunt but does not wake up. In a second the man goes to an old wooden table and flashes back to Conner. In his hand a silver blade. He lifts it, ready to pierce it through Conner's flesh. "I would not do that if I were you." I said, loud enough for him to hear. The man stops, the pointy end just a second away from Conner's flesh. His head snaps to me, dark beady eyes narrowed. His pale complexion is almost white as snow but I suppose it is not to be shocking when he is nothing but a vampire.

he growled, his tone dripping with menace. "I don't know what you're talking about! I just want to go home! Someone, please help me!" Vivian screamed out in desperation, her voice filled with anguish. But her pleas were met with a vicious slap that left her spitting out blood. "I warned you, didn't I?" the man sneered. "Now, tell me, how do you contact the vampire?" he demanded, his words punctuated by an undercurrent of violence. "I'm not saying anything, so you better just kill me," Vivian defiantly asserted, her voice strained from the pain coursing through her body.

Soon, the presence of the man was so close I could practically feel his breath on my neck. As he grabbed my arm tightly, a strong memory of that new vampire's touch invaded my mind and I was soon back in that hideout, reliving that horrid nightmare.

Sorin didn’t see him. I stood up on shaky legs, claws still out. The vampire grinned. “There you are, little wolf.” He lunged. I didn’t think. I slashed out instinctively. My claws ripped across his face. He screamed. Edwin appeared behind him instantly, snapping his neck with a vicious twist. He kicked the body aside and pulled me into his arms. “You’re shifting,” he said, voice tight. “We need the witch now.” A woman’s voice cut through the night. “Over here!”

she wiggled her brows. The man held up to menus, extending his hand out to us, “serve you,” his smile stretched out over his face, showing off the whitest teeth, but something was wrong as his canines showed, they were thinner and sharper. My brows rose on their own, “Willow, he’s a Vampire.” I heard hisses and spun, only to find a few more that were standing at the entrance. Willow gasped and snatched the menus, looking at the man curiously, “is everyone here a Vampire,” she winked at him.

After the people were killed, the man also kneeled on the floor and coughed blood. She heard more footsteps, and she knew that danger was coming, she tried to turn back and wanted to run back but then she looked back at the man and thought for a while before she went to the man and grabbed his hand. The man glared at her and turned his neck at her, and that was when Hayley saw the man's blood-red eyes, and his fangs, realizing that the man before her was a vampire. "I want to help." Hayley said, "I can hear more people coming to you. I can take you to a safe place."

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.