Vampire Diary Cover Novels & Stories

A piece of the frozen world that didn't care about the petty politics of Aetherion Academy. I didn't use a pen. Didn't need ink. I hovered the wand's tip over the blank cream pages of my white diary. As I channeled mana from my temple, the wand began to glow with sharp arctic blue. Elegant frozen script etched itself into the parchment, words appearing in a shimmer of frost before sinking deep into the grain like scars. "Ten hunters. One vampire prince. One Sun Elf. And a goth girl who taps her fingers like a countdown."

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.

The name on the front cover shocks me: "Scarlet." I hesitate, then open the diary, taking it with me as I leave the room and lock the door behind me. Back in my room, I slide the diary under the bed, heart pounding. Scarlet’s diary... what is it doing here? Did she live in this house once? But she’s dead. How is her room still in use? With trembling hands, I open the first page. Maybe this diary will help me uncover the truth. The first entry makes my breath catch in my throat.

But hope, like magic, has a price, and I am increasingly aware of that price. The book itself is a work of macabre art. The cover, made of dark leather that almost appears black, pulses with a life of its own, as if it were breathing. The leather is stained with deep shades of red, almost as though it has been soaked in blood over the centuries, giving it a sinister and throbbing appearance. Along the edges of the cover, aged silver chains are interwoven in complex patterns, depicting ancient runes and seals of protection, symbols only an enchantress could decipher. The title of the book is carved into the leather in rustic letters, subtly glinting with ruby, as though the words had been wri

Curious, Vlad opens the package, removes the cloth, and opens it. The design was magnificent, with vibrant colors. It would certainly make a good picture for him to put in his bedroom or even in the throne room... if it weren't for the drawing of a magnificent black wolf with shiny fur lying at the feet of a young man with almost white hair, so long that it fell over the wolf's fur. , sitting on a throne covered in gold leaf with a child on his lap. The epidural takes effect on Romeo, and he finally breathes with relief. Unlike Aurelius, the doctor saw no need to put him to sleep. He knew the vampire's body would heal as quickly as a werewolf's.

“I would recognize the cover anywhere. It’s in my apartment.” His brows shot up to his hairline as he studied my face. “Is this Anna a witch?” He asked. I shook my head, biting my lower lip. “She’s now a vampire,” I told him, my voice dropping to a whisper, not wanting the others to hear. Fury flashed through his eyes, and I saw the speckle of red in his eyes like I saw earlier. It made me shudder. A cold breeze attacked my flesh causing goosebumps to form on my skin and make me shiver.

The smoke formed a circle with us in the middle – like she was in control of its movement. "Darkness called out to me and I couldn't fight it, it's my home now. Welcome to a vampire's diary" She said softly as she placed her left hand and traced a scar I had when I was five up to my chin. Vampires... Necks... I could've sworn she was going to suck my blood if she really was a vampire – If they existed. I shut my eyes as she drew her face closer to mine. I felt her hot breath on my nose and a second later, a little pressure on my lips. I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist.

Didn't she hide it properly? This diary was a mighty one, big and heavy. The cover was lilac, decorated with drawings of hearts and sparkles. The spine had been cracked over and over again, and the pages were unable to lay flat because of how many times they had been written inside. But it was mostly still intact. It was so big that I wondered when I would even complete the reading, it surely won't be today.

Not about Alexis who will become a vampire hunter. Alexis immediately closed the diary she was holding on there once again, and moved on to the second diary. Right now on there are some discussions about vampire hunters written by Alexis's parents. But the contents of the second diary are only about the activities of Alexis' parents who are also as the vampire hunters. Alexis sighed again slowly on there right now. Alexis closed the second diary on there again, and slowly borrowed her dizzy forehead there for a moment. Then slowly, Alexis put the second diary back there, and turned to the third diary, the last diary written by Alexis's parents after all. After that, slowly, Alexis began to o

My fingers tapped on the leather cover of the book. "I mean I guess that makes sense, but even after all the myths, vampires still had their fangs. How did they hide those?" Nico blinked at me, apparently, that thought never crossed his mind? "I guess they just never smiled?" He paused, snickering at his own words, "I don't know." My tapping on the cover quickened in speed as I pondered before I finally willed myself to open the book back up. "Maybe if I keep reading I'll find something that will help me regain my faith in humanity thousands and thousands of years ago," I said.