Vampire Fantasy Novels & Stories

He's still as young and handsome as before, isn't he? As soon as Aurora finished speaking, both she and Maris burst into laughter. Vampires not only possess immortality but even their appearance is never affected by time. If Harvey had the characteristics of a pureblood vampire and kept the mature, elegant features of a thirty-year-old man, Maris and Samson seemed more childish than he was. When they became vampires, they were only twenty years old. However, because Maris always likes to wear heavy makeup, she looks older than her neighbor Samson.

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after

She snarled, viciously striking me across the face with enough force to knock me into the muddied ground. I landed with a small thud on my side, a blur once again tricking my vision, no not one, but many. I blinked in shock, my eyes barley able to focus on the dozens of vampires who suddenly appeared in the small clearing; each one bowing to their prince. Silas was by my side in the next instant, lifting me from the ground as three others lifted Vincent and when my master spoke; the entirety of Lady Phantomhive’s men backed away in fear. “Destroy them all.”

" Melody asked. "No!! Why would I suck blood." Vic laughed at the idea and tried to ask Ang about it. "You are not a blood vampire, you're different." Ang replied. "Your race is Psychic Vampire and their characteristics; They do not suck blood but rather feeds on Energy. They are not affected by sunlight and silver. They are far different from blood Vampires. They are stronger than blood vampires. The more energy they drain, the stronger they get. Their evolution is longer than that of blood vampires.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

“She’s a Voodoo high priestess who lives on Coronado Island. She helped us find Bruce when he was wandering in the White Tank Mountains. That’s where he met Tatyana. She was running from a pure vampire named Nambru...” “Pure vampire?” chimed Magdalena and Garth together. “That’s what they call themselves,” I explained. “Wadim’s breed are cannibals. They eat flesh as well as drink blood and Dracula vampires only drink blood and consider themselves pure because of it.” “They would,” Magdalena said flatly. “I don’t understand,” I replied quizzically. “I never finished telling you about me, I,” Magdalena offered as she looked at Garth.

Chapter Thirty-Five. Anastasia's POV. The more seconds that passes by, the more I wish Sebastian Hunter has started explaining stuffs to me. This is exactly what is called fantasy come true. It feels like a dream to me, but this time, I don't want to wake. Furthermore, I want this to be true. I want it real that Vampires actually exist. That Hunters, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards actually exist. Yes, it's crazy but it is fascinating as a fantasy genre author to see their imagination come through.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

"I'll take that as a no." "Vampires are, in general, preternaturally beautiful, sly, vicious, sensual creatures who survive on a mix of certain foods and fresh blood. They are not resurrected people or walking corpses." He snickered. "They have beating hearts, have children, marry, love, and so on, just like everyone else."