Vampire Author Novels & Stories

Fledgling BY OCTAVIA BUTLER The late Octavia Butler was a very talented African-American science fiction writer, and this book is an exploration of difference, prejudice and race, with a half-human, half-vampire protagonist who's a genetic experiment and can operate in the daytime. 74. The Dead Travel Fast BY ERIC NUZUM A lighthearted nonfiction jaunt through vampires in fiction, history and the present. 75. The Vampire Archives BY OTTO PENZLER, NEIL GAIMAN, AND KIM NEWMAN It calls itself the most complete volume of vampire tales ever published. Almost a hundred selections — and most valuable, a bibliography that includes about 5,000 novels, short stories and other works. Seventy-five is cle

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

he asked, slightly tipsy from all the wine. Vlad snorted, “That is child’s play. The author, what’s her name? Stephanie something reduced vampires into whining pussies.” He shook his head and chugged down another glass of wine. Alcohol had no effect on him, he could down a crate of beer and still recite Shakespeare’s Hamlet from beginning to end. The only thing he couldn’t do was to rally his kind to join Suzanne in the fight. And for that, he felt remorseful. Hans who sat at the head of the table nursed his glass slowly, lost in his thoughts. Thomas continued rambling on, “How about Anne Rice? Did you inspire her as well?”

I need to figure out a way fast. The rest of the day was spent thinking and re-thinking . First in the next morning I woke very early and left for the library. The library is at the very centre of the pack. It's very big and has section for different genres. I began searching for the history book. The first book that caught my attention is the originality of vampires. That piqued my interest and I settled down to read in. I read for a long time and I wasn't seeing anything tangible. I was about closing the book when my eyes sighed a sentence. Vampire's are affected by sunlight, drugs, silver and garlic.

Instead, she found herself constrained and imprisoned in a dark, unfamiliar room, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled against her bonds. She was one a chair, her hands bound by a properly tied rope behind her and so was her legs. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the sight of the room, trying to look for other captives who were chained and restrained like her but to no avail, all she saw was a bunch of captors. They were human-looking, but there was something off about them, something less than human that sent a shiver down her spine. And then it hit her—they were vampires, just like Scott and his friends, but there was a darkness in their eyes that set them apart from

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

It was 2050 and he still looked like a teenager. “That was seventy-four years ago.” Amaya calculated. “Hmm. It was the exact year, the first founding members of the hunter community were murdered. They were killed by Vampires. According to this note the writer says, ‘the time is nigh. The founding members will be killed along with the hunters that want to see that we cease to exist.’ This letter was written by their mother, Gwendolyn O'Connor.” He declared running his fingers on the note at the bottom left of the note where the name he mentioned appeared.

Slowly, he finishes with, “Yes, her name is Amber Parks.” “Oh good, she would be a fun addition. I liked her. She is something of a conidium, though. I could put my finger on it, but there is something different about her.” “She is a half-blood, hybrid vampire. I didn’t know until last night.” “Wow, that is a thing? I didn’t know that existed, Dom. I mean all these years, and that must be the first, right?”

"Just read the damn vampire novel. This will tell you what real vampires are like, not that girly romance fluff you usually read." "But I like my girly romance fluff," I replied attempting to deflect her judgment of me. "Well, today, you don't care. Today read about vampires sucking blood. Anne Rice might change your mind about vampires. Just read the book and get your tan." I begin the book, and after ten pages of reading, I am hooked. Bri's right I needed to learn about vampires. Mr. Darcy will have to wait for me to heal. The beach is quiet, and my sunburn is setting in. I'm used to my shoulders becoming red like tomatoes this time of year. Brianna sprays my shoulders with sun lotion. I h

"I mean… Sorry, I apologize. But I think it would be best if you reside here for the time being. I… I would appreciate it." I blinked at the situation that had just occurred. What was running through this vampire's mind when he looked at me? At that moment, I was attracted by his beautiful eyes, forgetting he was a dangerous pure-blooded vampire. I couldn't help but take a step toward him. The overwhelming urge to be nearer to him somehow grasped me. It hooked me tightly in a way I had never experienced before. Surprisingly, I brought my hand up to his face and traced the smooth skin there.