Vampire Highschool Novels & Stories

"That's... horrifyingly literal, isn't it?" Tammy grinned, showing perfectly white teeth. "Welcome to Sunshine High, Em." The biology classroom sported faded posters of the digestive system curled at the corners, a skeleton named "Bony Tony" dangling in the corner, and the distinct aroma of formaldehyde. Emma's sneakers squeaked against the floor as she claimed a seat in the back corner, the wooden stool cold against her thighs and even through her jeans. She pulled out her phone, A quick search for "werewolves in high school" yielded mostly fanfictions and badly written W*****d stories. The academic journals were even worse. One contained exactly one paragraph about actual werewolves sandwi

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Caldaur asked coming to stand right in front of him He put his hands up using the chains as a prop to lord over caldaur who looked up “Yes” he said looking down at him “ that’s amazing seeing you this distraught makes me very happy” caldaur said He laughed hard making caldaur back away “brother I am not distraught I am not anything anymore which should make you very, very afraid” he said looking caldaur up and down “ because I plan to teach you just what a vampire without emotion can do, I suggest you kill me now while you have the chance because as of the last feelings I had it was complete and total anger towards you and I plan to take out said anger just on principle” he said

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

He's still as young and handsome as before, isn't he? As soon as Aurora finished speaking, both she and Maris burst into laughter. Vampires not only possess immortality but even their appearance is never affected by time. If Harvey had the characteristics of a pureblood vampire and kept the mature, elegant features of a thirty-year-old man, Maris and Samson seemed more childish than he was. When they became vampires, they were only twenty years old. However, because Maris always likes to wear heavy makeup, she looks older than her neighbor Samson.

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

My forehead suddenly creased because it became familiar. "The Luna Princess can create scenarios in her mind to escape reality and that's where the Vampire Prince saw her but didn't even dare to introduce himself as her past lover in her past life because he's afraid that what if the woman that he loves will disappear again just like in her past life? He can't bear that so he's now okay for now to talk to her in her imagination and waited for the right time how to lift the curse," he said and nodded his head. I don't know what to feel now. I should be happy with the story, right? But why do I feel like the story he's talking about seems connected to me or I'm just assuming something?

The ill-wisher who was holding the adviser hissed in pain. - And you have become even stronger, you bastard! Tristan intensified the onslaught, crushing the Supreme's power barrier. At the edge of my consciousness the thought crept in that there were five more vampires hanging around nearby. Two of them are Higher, and one is very young, possessing increased strength due to fresh human blood flowing through his veins. The young lord sensed his impatience, bordering on madness.

He said tiredly, “My name is Tsubaki Rei and (he yawned) I’m your ability control teacher. I can see that most of the students are missing which means Miss Harmony again wiped out half of the class (laughs weirdly). “Great another weirdo,” thinks in mind. He cleared his throat “Ahem, I was supposed to tell you about your living places… Someone spoke before he could finish his sentence “What do you mean by our living places? We live in our houses just like other vampire students”. Mr. Tsubaki got annoyed at this and threw chalk in his direction. “Let me complete my sentence first. Unlike other classes this year first three high-rank class students will be staying in dorms. So, there will be n

Dominic and his new slave, Renela, would also be in attendance. Victoria Cavanah, an esteemed vampire aged 200, led the class. She was known for her strict yet fair teaching methods. She affectionately called her ward Bunny, whom she frequently brought to class as an example of a well-maintained relationship. As Victoria began explaining the intricacies of feeding and the critical importance of aftercare, I caught Jo making brief eye contact with me. Each glance was a silent conversation, acknowledging how far beyond the boundaries we had already ventured in our connection.