Vampire Fantasy Novels & Stories

Vampire Clans: Nerezza (neh-RET-tsah) – The founding bloodline of vampire academia, they value control, elegance, and superiority. Known for their mastery of illusion, shadow travel, and political manipulation. They often head prestigious houses like Nerezza Hall at Obscura Arcanum. Nyx (Niks) – Mysterious and ancient, descended from the primordial goddess of night. Members of Nyx are often oracles, seers, or necromancers, and their blood is rumored to grant glimpses into death itself. They don’t crave power, power craves them.

"Welcome to the Nexus of Unity, a realm shaped by the convergence of supernatural energies and the extraordinary love you bear." The Nexus, bathed in a soft, luminescent glow, seemed to respond to Faelan's words. The very fabric of the realm pulsed with a harmonious resonance, echoing the unity between werewolves and vampires that the Heartwood had foreseen. The air sparkled with the promise of untold adventures, and the horizon beckoned with mysteries waiting to be unveiled.

"The Vampires aren't moving like an army. They’re moving like a plague. They’ve bypassed the traditional mountain passes and are using the 'Shadow Roads'—tunnels that haven't been opened since the First Age." Lady Morana stood at the head of the table, her face grimmer than usual. "They seek the Origin Flame. The Vampire King, Malphas, believes that if he consumes the blood of a True White Wolf, he can walk in the sun. He wants to end the age of the Moon and bring about a thousand years of dusk."

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

I'm starting to feel bad, like I haven't eaten in a while. "Vampires are immortals who drink blood. They are either born or made. Witches are beings able to tap into the magic of the Earth. They can only be born." "I wonder how many there are." I say in amazement. I fall back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Ok, so drinking blood isn't much different than some shifters liking raw meat. Raw meat is bloody.

The Vampire Realm is what i would have thought was the most dangerous turned out to be the safest of the seven realms. Amelia stepped out of the portal along with me, “be careful and just do your best! Nobody expects you to be perfect, just to hopefully open their eyes to the fact humans are not inferior and can be lived with.” i nod as she steps back into the portal, according to my studies vampires actually drink animal blood except for pure bloods or royals and angel blood is the most desirable so she didn’t want to go to far into the realm.

Absolutely real and grounded. And because of that, he hated Ryo so much that he wanted to strangle him alive. In the far corner of life is the undead. There was a little commotion in the castle when an ant-sized block was towering like a lost toddler beside the giant fountain in front of the maze garden. Vampires of the long-promised death waited until dark to get out and crowd the lone form filled with curiosity that was delivered by a helicopter. If that lost mansion could express itself, it would be trembling like a kid from those red eyes, needle-like fangs, and wings that can only be seen in fantasy books.

Silas huffed Fanger was the term used to describe men and women who liked having their blood sucked by vampires, some hoped to be turned someday and others just enjoyed the feeling. Most fangers were essentially walking blood bags, they had their own special rooms in the catacombs, but some Vamps prefer to feed while having sex. At the thought of this I couldn’t help but to rub the two scars on my skin above my clavicle, I never considered myself a fanger, but I guess in some ways I basically was one, except it was only with one vampire. The vamps don’t tell the fangers, but the ones hoping to be turned, never will be and all of them get discarded when they can’t produce blood fast enough be

I watched in amusement as she walked away, sighting her fake butt job. "What did she mean by specialty?", I asked, all my senses attuned to where Vanir's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin as I tried to regather my wits. "Vampires come here to seek a sexual high by feeding", Vanir said and I gasped, definitely from his words and not the fact that a finger of his just brushed my nipple. "Humans volunteer for that", Vanir added. "Why would one do that?", I asked, my mind heady as his chocolate scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me as I squirmed on his lap.

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime