Vampire Imagery Novels & Stories

She'd attack me with her fangs and pointed nails and she wouldn't wait a second to drink my blood and he started the car. "Oh! Come on dad. It was your plan. You told me yesterday that you got bored of eating mum's cooked food.She already drinks your blood everyday by scaring you like an angry bird. Anyways, if she is a vampire then you are also the leader of your pack and your brave daughter is always with you." She gave a high-five to her dad. "Wait, wait. You said my brave daughter. Where is my brave daughter? " He asked and turned back to see.

It’s small and stifling, she needs a bigger environment, and most especially… Mallory’s mind went back to that bloody night. And as if she was reenacting that scene, she saw herself facing off a noble vampire, his eyes glowing red, and his mouth dripping with viscous blood. However, she wasn’t her past self. She stood there, looking at the vampire calmly as if assessing how to sever his head from his body. Her eyes were tranquil, and with the mystifying symbol of the moon, one couldn’t help but feel the hair on their body stand.

“According to vampire folklore the physical signs of a vampire is by their pale skin, an absence of a reflection in mirrors, fangs and red glowing eyes. Vampire, also spelled vampyre, in popular legend, a creature, often fanged, that preys upon humans, generally by consuming their blood.”

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t

Chapter 5 Amber was washing her face in the bathroom when she felt her power. It was heat that radiated through her system anytime she met another vampire and again after killing them. This time, it was delayed, maybe because she hadn’t fought one in so long. Over 10 years when she was living here before and had her last run in. It was high, and it helped her heal faster and energize her. She almost forgot how it felt. Almost! She decides to jump in the shower to rid herself of the existing residue left by the other vampire. The hot water from the shower always felt welcoming and soothing. Then she felt it again. This time, the power was different and like a vibration. Her whole body glowed

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!”

I begged as my own blood choked me. It’s as if she was possessed by something,as if she didn’t know what she was doing. “Why should I? Your people kept us in bondage, you suck humans as if you created them but it’ll end today, it’ll definitely end” she lamented as thunder stroke the clouds. “With the power invested in me,I make the vampires slaves,impotent before us” she yelled as my eyes began to close down. She watched me take my last breath as everything on Earth became blurry.

What exactly animates the Vampires is something that even they do not know for sure. Travel is done in two ways—using rapid motion or for long distances. Using nothing more than thought, a Vampire can travel wherever he or she can visibly imagine. And yes, a Vampire must be invited into a home before he or she can enter. With the exception of the psychic link that masters share with their blood donors and among their lieges, Vampires cannot read minds. But because of their heightened senses, Vampires can read human emotions by the sound of their heartbeats.

Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnight canvas. Her natural eye color transcended the conventional hazel shade, revealing occasional flickers that had caught my attention on multiple occasions. Initially, I hadn't paid it much heed, dismissing it as a trivial peculiarity. However, now, as her eyes shimmered once more, I couldn't ignore it. Vampires' eye pupil tends to flicker to red when they are hungry for blood, agitated, desirous, or experiencing other intense sensations that could trigger a transformation. The crimson flicker of a vampire's pupils held a profound meaning.

I delved into the dusty archives, immersing myself in tales of creatures that prowled the night, their ethereal beauty and insatiable hunger casting a spell over unsuspecting victims. Minutes turned into hours as I meticulously sifted through fragments of information, threads woven into a tapestry of speculation and fear. The vampire's power was said to be unmatched, his influence stretching across generations. Whispers spoke of his ability to control the elements, to command the very forces of nature at will.