Vampire Fictions Novels & Stories

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'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."

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

When Red asked why our identification laces differed from the other students, I told him that we were scholars. Actually, aside from Red and me, I no longer see any other mortals. During the first week of the school year, I saw some mortal students here, but after a few weeks, I observed that they had already started to vanish. Vampires are incredibly skilled at killing their victims, and no one will be able to determine the cause of death. "I'll just get some ice cream," red said, and I agreed. We both make our way to the canteen's freezer, and he takes a step back when he opens it.

The professor ambled back to the lectern. “Vampires are thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said to the class. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true. But there are stories that every now and then, something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said, is one fang instead of two.”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“According to vampire folklore the physical signs of a vampire is by their pale skin, an absence of a reflection in mirrors, fangs and red glowing eyes. Vampire, also spelled vampyre, in popular legend, a creature, often fanged, that preys upon humans, generally by consuming their blood.”

I told him not to worry, a little of my blood to help the warriors during war won't kill me. It was during that time that I found out that the Vampires were looking for me. I've already learned about other creatures. There are many other incredible creatures other than werewolves. One of them are vampires. They are vicious and bloodsucking monsters. They want to take my blood to make themselves more powerful to defeat all other creatures. The vampire Lord believed that if he drank up all my blood, he would become stronger than every other creature. That was why he had been looking for me.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

and made my way to his room in my pajamas. I've read a lot of stories about vampires before, but did I ever believe they were real? Well, the answer to that question is, when you spend too much time invested in books, those books become your reality away from reality. Whenever I heard of vampires, I always imagined Dracula, Hotel Transylvania, Underworld... but mostly blood-sucking monsters and violence. The romanticised vampire in fiction just seemed too farfetched, I mean, why would an undead fall in love with a human who's supposedly his only source of food, and ultimately, his survival?