Vampire Imagery Novels & Stories

Andros looked very angry with his whole body very thick blood red. For this one thing, look what will happen to humans who have turned into vampires and the vampires, these blood-sucking creatures. *****

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

I asked her. "It's an ancient lock. It is used to subdue the power of a vampire. Most especially half vampire and half human. History holds that once a human and a vampire bears a child. It is very dangerous to the world, both the vampire realm and ham realm. The child at three days old can suck up to seven people a day, before getting filled. The older the more amount of blood needed. It is a very rare magic which appears only once in a thousand years. That is why we vampires aren't allowed to breed with humans, if we do we will do we will give birth to blood sucking monsters. That are posses ten times a normal vampire strength and special abilities which only royal blood line posses." She

His eyes darkened immediately with a trace of redness. A signal of craving blood. I realized what a stupid mistake I could have made. We had been warned that some vampires had the ability to imitate human beings, mimicking our countenance, our demeanors, and even our emotions to delude their preys and snap their neck when they were off-guard. The image of that little puppy being ripped open suddenly appeared in my mind. I clenched the other hand into a fist as my body became more alert, though I knew any defense would be void to a strong vampire.

Instead, he'd found himself staking out a television network where the vampires looked and acted too much like humans. In fact, the only way Arthur could tell a human from a vampire was to look through the 35-mm camera. Both the living and the undead showed up in a digital camera, but vampires could never appear in a 35-mm for the same reason they never showed up in a mirror. Their image could not be reflected.

We both turn around simultaneously, and what I see makes my blood freeze in my veins. Emerging from the swirling mist are creatures that defy every natural law I've ever known. They appear to be vampires, but twisted into forms that have no meaning in any reality I understand. Their shapes shift and flow like liquid shadow, constantly changing yet maintaining a consistently terrifying essence that speaks of death and decay.

The trees, ancient sentinels that had stood watch over the land for centuries, began to sway and creak, as though exchanging ancient secrets or perhaps warnings of the imminent event. Amidst the growing unease and atmospheric tension, the boundary of the forest started to come alive with movement. Emergent figures, with an ethereal grace and lethal allure, began to gracefully navigate through the underbrush. Their forms, lithe and elegant, betrayed a predator's poise, exhibiting both caution and command with every step. The moonlight, which seemed to shy away from them, illuminated their porcelain-like skin, revealing a shade so pale it mirrored freshly fallen snow. This pallor contrasted st

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.

Father lord protect your son, what is happening to me, I stood scarily and made to run upstairs to my room when a heavy wind blew and my door opened automatically and everywhere became dark. I fell scarily on a couch behind me, I began to hear some horrendous sound after some seconds everywhere became bright and what I saw was the most terrifying animal I have ever seen. I felt like I'm watching a horror film. This is a bat in front of me but not just a bat, one side of it was a female vampire's face while the other side was a bat's face. This is damn scary. Father lord help me!. TBC.

Darkness swallowed everything. Then images erupted around me. Wolves. Dozens of them. Running. Hunting. Searching. I recognized none of their pack markings. None of their scents. None of their faces. A second image replaced the first. Vampires. Standing in a circle. Ancient. Silent. Watching. Waiting. Their eyes reflected firelight. Not one of them looked human. Not really. The vision shifted again. A woman. Young. Terrified. Chains wrapped around her wrists.