Vampire Fictions Novels & Stories

Books and more books, is all that seems what my life has become. Ughh! I have read sooo many scriptures about vampires that at times the words on the pages, turn into one big jumbled up mess as I'm reading. I've gone as far fetched as reading stories about them having glow in the dark fangs. Even searching through the internet. I clicked on anything my browser popped up with that had the word vampires in it. All this reading and searching seems futile.

"The intertwining of human and vampire physiology is indeed a complex subject. While I cannot provide you with a definitive answer, I can offer you some insights based on my observations and research." As he spoke, Dr. Julian delved into a captivating discourse, weaving together scientific knowledge and ancient wisdom. He explained how certain individuals possess a unique genetic makeup that allows for a symbiotic relationship between human and vampire DNA. This rare convergence of traits grants them the ability to harness both the strength and resilience of vampires and the vitality and adaptability of humans. The phenomenon, known as "vampire-human hybridism," is exceedingly rare, with onl

I don't know if he killed them and I don't care. The way the velvet red sheets I sat on made me think of blood was somehow unnerving like I was in some vampire fairytale where I would surely get myself eaten or drained of blood. Okay, maybe I did listen to Angelina more than I had let on. There really isn't any harm in indulging in a few fanciful tales once in a while. The vampires in her stories were usually the enemies of some other weird mutation of nature. I can't remember the name of them and to be honest, I really don't want to. Sometimes the plots she read to me were downright ridiculous.

It was part of why we’d all been able to hide. Their stories had a foundation of truth, but spun quickly into pure fiction. Vampires weren’t pale skinned immortals who grew fangs when they were angry or hungry. They were soul-sucking creatures, rare but deadly, born of perverted human desire for strength and control, who eschewed humanity once they’d made their kill and seared their souls. Other shifters existed, but none as strong as the wolves, so they avoided us as much as possible. In the world of supernaturals, wolves were king.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

As she finished the book she reached her home. She put the book on top of the table and went inside the secret room inside the basement. She sits and looks around. The room is already full of medicines but Waylan couldn't stop inventing and researching for medicines that could turn vampires into humans. She already made medicine that can help vampires walk while the sun is shining, medicines for them not to crave for blood, etc. She suddenly sighed. "All this medicine is useless without any vampire around," she murmured while closing her eyes and falling into sleep.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

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.

He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having more control over him each passing day. It was a dark and haunting story. Heart Wrenching sometimes and intriguing other times. Angelica became glued to the book. She kept turning pages but soon the pages had notes written on them. No. It seemed to be poems. Written by Lord Rayven, she guessed. Angelica began to read them and slowly became confused and sad. His poems weren't that different from the man's story. It seemed like Lord Rayven saw himself as a monster as well. Even worse. He described himself as evil.

I furrowed my brows. Maybe Gaby doesn’t know about this legendary story of how one of Russell’s minions tried to overpower us and take away our land, our powers and everything about us. “I don’t really.” He answered. “Then I will tell you. When a human or a werewolf is given a space in the vampire world, two things used to occur to them. One is they gain powers, that they had never had before. And that is a bit benefit or rather an advantage of living on the vampire land if we put it out that way.” I explained.