Vampire Graphic Novels & Stories

My back stiffened as the last bit of the picture was now erased. Turning slowly, my eyes looked up at a vampire staring at me. He was handsome, just like every other vampire here. Tall, with a slim athletic build. His face could have been carved from stone how sharp it was. Even with the youthful appearances of vampires, his face held a story.

The elder vampire showed no sign of pain and glared up at Mason with the sickest smirk he'd ever worn. "Did you really think it'd be that easy?" Mason's eyes darkened and he watched as Demitri snapped his fingers, resulting in hordes of vampires pouring in from both sides. He immediately withdrew the sword from the elder vampire's chest and moved over to stand in front of Harley. His eyes barely left Demitri as he crouched down and put his hand to where blood had trickled down the right side of her head. He reached out a shaking hand and ran two fingers across the wounded area, smearing the blood and staining his fingers. The burning deep within his throat began to rise and his fangs began t

The male vampire's broad chest quickly got in the way. "Are you deaf? After all, I'm not a creature you can eat easily!" "Who's trying to eat you, Miss Sweetie?" The male vampire's finger lifted Ruby's chin. Ruby's hat-covered gaze was instantly fixed on the vampire's identity. The skin was deathly pale. A temple-to-cheek vein that looked like cracked glass. Blazing red eyeballs. Ruby wondered where she had seen this familiar face. Memory led to the blackboard in the break room.

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?

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

Forming new image. Bat-winged sigil. Massive. Burning across the entire horizon. Impossible to miss. Impossible to ignore. The vampires aren't just claiming blood-right. They're declaring war. And they want everyone to know it. In the distance, a bat-winged sigil burns upon the horizon.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.

Vampires. Hundreds of them. Karin stepped forward slowly, his face tightening as he studied the nearest wall. “What the hell is this place…” he whispered. I moved closer. The first carving showed wolves standing beside witches beneath a crescent moon. The next showed vampires kneeling before something buried beneath the earth. Then war. Bodies. Fire. Blood. The deeper the carvings went, the uglier the story became. “They fought together once,” Zero muttered behind me. “No,” I said quietly.

' I ask. Dad stops pacing the floor and nods at Nathan, who approaches me and hands me an envelope. The twins, Amara and Billy, hover around me to see as well. I open the envelope and pull out the photos. A young girl around my age is dismembered. Her skin is grey. Amara dry reaches and walks away, not able to see anymore. Billy follows her and gets her some water. The next photo shows two small circles close together. It's a bite mark. The next photo shows two men with the same injuries. Then an image of an older woman. I inspect the photos closely. They all seem to have the same injuries except for the older woman. I see long marks on her thigh. The same claw marks my family leave when the

Maximus demanded "Two years ago I turned a girl. Not intentionally but that's another story. When she rose as a vampire her eyes were not black, nor red, but blue. Shortly after we discovered she is also kinetic-" .