Vampire Diet Novels & Stories

and with that he left her room. "I'll never get exhausted from seeing your face," Ava sighed "What did hell am I doing? I'm not falling for Vador,I'm not falling for the dark lord," and with that she fell asleep. The next morning Vador was seated at the dining table waiting for the maids to bring his food ,not that it was of much use,he needed human blood but had to cope with bags of blood as he was warned in the last council meeting against killing female vampires just to quench his thirst. He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll.

Hundreds of Vampires sat around this large wooden table, plates piled high with amazing smelling food. It only made me hungrier. Each plate had something different on it, probably to match each vampire's specific cravings. I felt bad for the slaves that had to prepare all of this three times a day, not to mention filling all of their glasses with blood. Master's looked especially delicious, steak with a side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a big, red apple. I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city.

SYDNEY'S POV...... I woke up on a chilled floor, I tried getting up but then I realized that both my hands and legs were chained to the wall. I tried getting off the chain because you know vampires posses super strength....but the more I tried, the more it hurted and burnt. I recalled my Dad telling me about this kind of chain but I could not just remember the name, well it was the only thing preventing me from escaping from this room. Just then, the door opened and a lean guy entered. I could not tell what supernatural creature he was because he looked so human. He came close to me but not too close and pushed a tray in my direction. On the tray contained what I would classify as low ass fo

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

My parents were already standing where they normally did for meetings and I searched for Adrian but didn't see him. Oh no. Sarah and I struggled to push ourselves to the front and we were able to. I could see 5 of our hunters use extended hardened metal cords to hold the vampire out. He was binded by his arms and legs, his clothes torn. He had very pale skin, almost unnaturally so. His facial features were sharp and gave him a mysterious and attractive look. He had high cheekbones that made his face look sculpted and chiseled. His jawline was angular, defined, and stood out, adding to his vampire-like appearance.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

Laura looked at me with even more compassion in her eyes. “Then, that’s why you were craving blood,” she told me. “When a vampire is extremely stressed, worried, or upset in any way, they crave blood. It’s kind of like the equivalent of alcohol. It’s perfectly normal. The important thing is that you controlled it, and nobody got hurt. That’s what makes you different than them, Ruby,” she said, pointing out the window and across the campus where the isolation house was. That’s where the vampires that can’t control their urges live. Ruby shuddered at the thought of being sent there.

Polished wood hoops and matching bracelet rounded out the ensemble. Monica told me a long time ago that Vampires didn't have to brush their teeth because they didn't get tooth decay, but I'm here to tell you that a diet of blood doesn't leave the breath very fresh. I have heard that many vamps haven't bathed in years. But me, I do it all. I take a bath, brush my teeth, and wear deodorant. I hurried out to find Paul. He was sitting in the family room with the ladies, and it looked as if they were having a party. There were empty plates of food, and the stereo was playing some hard driving rock and roll.