Vampire Graphic Novels & Stories

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

Eleanor's P.O.V I smiled as I held the newspaper in my hand and looked at the large title written in bold on the front page. 'YET ANOTHER KNIFE VICTIM' It was connected to a person's lifeless body. No, it wasn't a person. It was a vampire. A fucking bloodthirsty monster. He laid there lifeless on the floor with a body so unrecognisable that it would make people shudder at the murderer's viciousness. I'm curious who could be so ruthless.

he asked barry who leaned forward grabbing a tablet and moving his finger over it, then stopping suddenly eyes wide “what?” he asked leaning forward and grabbing the ipad only to blink at the picture of ava his little tank going all in on a punching bag, slowly from behind one of his young vampires snuck up only to have ava knock her down, but inside there was no anger or fear in fact he could see his little tank laughing as she helped said young vampire up then a few words and a nod later the young vampire was holding the bag for her. “she made a friend” he whispered as the warm feeling he had felt earlier returned

There’s a lightness to them, as if they barely touch the ground - this will come in handy later - and yet a sense of danger lingers beneath their delicate exterior: a quiet power that reminds anyone nearby that this being is older, stronger, and infinitely more cunning than any mortal could ever imagine. My form will blend in with all of your forms and enhance them, instead of having just my own form, as we are much sought after for our scent and powers. My scent alone will have males running from every direction to find us. Vampires want our blood. Your ears will be slightly pointed - or more pointed for the wolf and dragon. I am why your coloring, fur, and dragon scales will be more shimme

The ones with the red eyes and large, sharp teeth. Rogue vampires. Oh, great.

I then quickly weaved some signs before touching him. Vampire 3 fell down on the ground and began to wither like burned paper.

They're not clear-cut and direct in their message, but more of a puzzle you have to solve for it to have any real meaning or ability to prevent. Flashes of Eve half turned with red eyes, and yet her fangs were vampire, elongated and dripping with darkest red, almost black blood. Trickling down her chin and soiling her already blood-soaked clothes. Her skin was pale, freakishly milk-pale, like that of old paintings and sketches of the feral vampires that no longer exist. Her hair flying wild and whipping around her face as though she was high in the air and caught in the center of a cyclone of her making.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

I whispered when my eyes laid at the portrait of a vampire, and a blood-pet. The vampire had protruding fangs which were sunk all the way into the victim’s neck, draining him every single drop of blood. I looked up at her and flipped another page, only to find yet another unnerving portrait. “All these…” “Yes. All of them are true. They existed. And they still do!”