Vampire For Teens Novels & Stories

Monsters who reigned in the dark, driven by pure bloodlust; monsters that I thought were the products teen fiction novels I loved as a teenager, where they were beautiful and graceful and every girls' heartthrob: The bastards were vampires. They were real, walking, un-living fucking vampires. **

Annette shyed away "Sure, I'll admit I don't like the idea, but it's for your own good" "You know? What will happen?" "It's, so violent, the vampire I saw tare at that teenager lost all reasonable thought, it's like there was no soul, truly no soul present, when the fangs sank into his neck"

"Wowwww! Where can I see Vampires?" Nabi exclaimed, looking at the TV screen, where a girl was in the arms of a handsome honey-eyed boy, followed by 'THE END' note. Nabi was always fond of Vampire series and novels. She has completed watching and reading every book and series released related to Vampires. The crazy for Vampire wasn't just for a year or two; she has been a fan, almost a devotee to Vampire stuff. As she was deeply involved in recalling the movie and smiling to herself, "Nabi!Nabi!" a voice roared, followed by a knock on the door.

I let out a loud rumble from my chest. I tossed my hands up in the air, Almost in a complete surrender “Sorry to disappoint you angry kitty but I don’t snack on kids, not my cup of tea” – it’s widely known around the vampire communities that young females around her age -their blood hasn’t matured enough to have a scent of its own, if a vampire partakes in a drink from something so young no doubt their blood would taste like weak sugar at first bite and not very satisfying at all and frankly, it’s kind of bothersome. That’s why the sweat from her pores gives a hint to the vampire if the blood is weak or not, in this case, it’s very weak. she would have to wait another year to become someone

She paced calmly inside the bedroom while resuming her story. ‘Vampires are not turned. We are born like this. There are eighteen years for us to be at peace with the idea of being immortal. Our bodies protect themselves by not feeling any pain, and healing fast for those eighteen years. We are just like every human being inside but our blood and our nerve system defines our species. Our blood has what humans like to call as fast metabolism, and the absence of pain, they gave it a name, as if it was a disease. But that is not the truth. Between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, one must go through the Rite of Shadows to fully transform. We call it the Rite of Shadows because until you are

Not someone I had approved. “Again!” he shouted. “This time, faster. Aim for the arteries. Vampires don’t bleed like humans, but their tendons snap the same way.” The boy stepped back, breathing hard. I scanned the grounds. Dozens of faces. Most of them too young. Too angry. Or too eager. Their movements weren’t defensive. They weren’t learning how to survive, they were learning how to destroy. I felt it then. A slow-burning ache. One that crawled deep into my spine.

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

Yet, I shook off the question, focusing on the vampire. I wasn't sure what the vampire's attention was with the teenager, so I confronted him. "You are in werewolf territory!" I said. "Why are you here, and what do you want?" I knew that vampires didn't like drinking our blood; we didn't taste very appealing to them, and kidnapping a werewolf would stir up a war. "It has nothing to do with you!" the vampire hissed, showing me his canines. "Be careful," Willow said. "His venom can kill us."

I looked from the window at the mighty building, it looked more of a house than a school but I could find about ten teenagers waiting outside probably to welcome us. Mother Reese who took a separate car, came down from hers first and quickly rushed forward, "children, come come, his highness and the queen has arrived, let's welcome them." She told the children. They obeyed and stepped forward, however they looked more like they had been forced to than decided to. "Although Vampires decided to be alone, some who have lived for over a century have volunteered to teach, it's more of a hobby than a job. The academy is not for extremely wealthy vampires but rather the opposite, children who has l

Also, I had been the one who had been able to purchase the liquor because of said compulsion so it was a given that they would invite me along. The three teenagers fell into the stereotypical “bad boy” category which suited me quite perfectly. The leader was a tall, lank boy named Dean who had messy black hair and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. He offered me another beer which I happily accepted and downed. "H-hey D-Dean. What c-can y-you tell me about K-Katerina D-Drackon?" I stuttered and slurred, yet I was still aware of everything going on around me. It was one of the perks of being a vampire.