Vampire Graphic Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

The bell rang as a new vampire entered the shop, and for some reason, I decided to see what had just walked in. He was tall. He ran his hand through his seemingly naturally waved back, medium length black hair as his eyes scanned the shop. His eyes were a deep emerald green, a color that I had rarely seen in the other vampires that come in here. He even had a sharp jawline that nicely framed his face. Yet another vampire that could easily show up any human man. "What can I interest you in today?" The pet master spoke to him with the line I had already heard 60 times today.

After a long observation, he came to the conclusion that it was a vampire's fang mark because no matter how pointed and sharp human teeth were, they could not cause that wound. - Do vampires have fingerprints? – Michael turned to Peter and asked after ordering his subordinates to collect fingerprints on the victim's body. - Of course, there is, their body structure is not much different from ours. I mean they are just different from us when they show their true form, with fur and fingernails, long toenails, sharp fangs, and red eyes. But... do you think they will hold out their hands for you to collect fingerprints? – The hunter squinted his eyes and looked at Michael.

The vampire stands on the edge of the thirteenth floor, the spotlight below illuminating the contours, the shadows playing dynamically at the slightest movement. Dark hair in small strands descends just below the eyebrows. At the back of the head, slightly elongated. A sharp chin with powerful, well-defined cheekbones. Slightly sunken cheeks. The jaw muscles play under the skin, which is riddled with vertical depressions that sometimes appear on the face of a vampire. Pale, with small streaks, the skin around the eyes is much darker, gently changing tone, going down. Symmetrical eyebrows, at the base of the nose, form two vertical skin folds. The thin line of the lips is raised in a broken a

However Eden and his brothers weren't the only vampire admires of Angeline present in that stadium. There were many other vampires who had come to the concert and many of them also wanted to share a bed with Angeline just the way Nathan is planning but they have much more sinister things planned out to do to her. It won't end at having sex it will go further into her losing her life in a brutalizing way. One of such vampire's that had his eyes set on Angeline was the notorious Xila. An ancient vampire known for his trade mark sex torture symbol on his victims. The large X mark that extends from the chest down to the lower stomach which is the initial of his name.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

He pulled on his shirt and quietly stepped out into the flower-filled garden outside their small home. Taking a deep breath, Rycon reflected on the vivid dream. He remembered attacking and killing white vampires one by one. Among them was a fierce black-eyed vampire whose eyes turned crimson when he fought. Around the man’s neck was a familiar symbol—a fiery mark that stirred something deep within Rycon. It felt like he had seen it many times before.

I didn’t understand the point in all this extravagance, but I was a much simpler person. If all a vampire has is time, then they have time to gather a bunch of expensive shit. “Thanks for the little tour, I am ready for Ms. Gonzalez if you could please let her know,” I said. She nodded and left me alone. I got out my laptop and video camera, getting all set up. There are so many wives tales surrounding vampires and one of the biggest is that they supposedly cannot be photographed. Not at all true. They are the most vein creatures for the most part, they absolutely love the camera.

I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it. “Do you know who we are, witch?” Said the second male vampire and I could tell that he was much younger than the first, his English accent less prominent in his voice. The second male had the same raven hair as the first, though his reached the apex of his back; a similar central parting but without the shortness as the sides. He was as slim as the first, with piercing amber eyes much like that of the older vampire; his stance on witches clear to be nothing other than distain, especially towards me. He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that cov