Vampire Hours Novels & Stories

Shrugging my shoulders, I listened to Suron and how she met Christine. He didn't know much, but the little he did know had my gears turning in my head. A hemophiliac and hemophobia? What a combination to deal with. Brave, my beloved was heroic to come to be with her mother. She came to a coven full of vampires whose primary food source was blood. With sharp teeth and claws, vampires were the ultimate predator, and she could bleed out with one knick under the right situation. Scratching my chin, I realized that she had nicked her finger before we came to the cafeteria.

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

“Cynthia isn´t going to turn into a vampire, is she?” “No, there would have to be vampire blood in her system for her to turn.” Lucas shrugs in frustration. “Initially it was the black wolves; Now we must contend with a vampire over one hundred years old who desires revenge against your mother. Fantastic! Say good-bye to Wolf Springs. And welcome to Vampire Hills, 902-Type-O.” I put a hand on Lucas´ arm. “How long have you known that Liam is half-vampire?”

Carver said as he rubbed his neck that was aching. Dante looked at Carver suspiciously and asked, “Why did it take six hours?” Carver shook his head as he looked at Dante and leaned against the door frame, “Honestly speaking, this is my first time dealing with a vampire who woke up a year later; Caiden’s case is difficult for myself to understand too. I think that we need to leave from here sooner than expected, if Caiden reacted like that after stepping out for fresh air, who knows when he will attack your pack members and feed off the humans.”

Just followed a step behind. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. Like the whole house was holding its breath. And maybe it was. Because tonight was the kind of night where one wrong breath could shift the power of the vampire world. And I was walking right into the center of it. God help me. It was time. One hour. That was all it took. One hour between sitting in my room, staring at the walls, trying to convince myself this would be fine—and the unmistakable hum of engines pulling through the estate gates.

[After two weeks: outside the castle] ‘It's time to escape and look for her. Leon looked back at the huge old castle before he began his entrance into the forest that surrounded it. The forest is full of giant dead-like trees, hanging vines, and a cold atmosphere that can send you a shiver down your spine—it’s always been dark in this forest where the sun doesn’t shine. The Riparian Zone, the abandoned place where the race feeds on the blood of human lives and the vampire prison—is said to be the "perfect lair" for the vicious hiding vampires. Leon had decided to leave the castle today, which had become his prison and hell for the last 19 years, taking nothing with him other than his clothin

In school, they would teach us that a vampire usually could only go about 72 hours without blood before they instinctively started hunting for it. That was still in another 24 hours, but still. I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. "I see." He knows what he's doing more than I do right? He's the Vampire here, I'm just the stupid pet that should probably keep her mouth shut. "You seem concerned," he spoke. I quickly shook my head, trying to rid that thought as quickly as possible. It wasn't my place to be concerned, not at his pet. Questioning his actions was also not my place, it's not like I could do anything to stop him regardless.

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

After shutting the door and dismissing Shayla's concern, Charlotte quietly crossed the room back over to the bed. She had no idea what the best way to wake a resting vampire might be. They were creatures of the night and to her understanding, Lord Hunt only ever came out in the afternoon to assign tasks and then he disappeared for the rest of the day. Waking at such an hour could only be difficult, she imagined, for someone who lived during the night hours.