Vampire Imagery Novels & Stories

“They said the corpse looked like it was ravaged by dogs. The article went into gore detail about the claw and bite marks, and how he was sucked dry.” We turned to another hallway and was immediately greeted by the huge framed portraits of all the captains the guild had over the years since it was established. It adorned both walls so walking through this particular hallway had always been my least favorite part in wrapping up a mission. It didn’t help either that each captain in the portraits held a frightening scowl on their faces. Why was it a requirement to scowl in photographs? I wish somebody smiled in pictures for a change. “Sucked dry?” Kyle inched closer. Our cheeks were touching, m

Another figure leapt out of the darkness to where she was lying, picked her up and hoped away Earlier, Damien had gone hunting for blood. Damien didn't usually hunt for blood every night, a single person's blood was able to sustain him for a few days. However, ever since he crossed paths with Elsie, he has been strangely hungry for blood and never got his fill. He was deep in the forest, he picked up the scent of blood which meant someone was approaching. He got a feeling which wasn't the usual feeling the smell of blood gave him. Vampires, all vampires get crazy at the smell of blood when they needed their refill. They get drawn to it like a mouse does to cheese. But for Damien, his nose pe

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Such thoughts ignited a passionate fire within her, fanning the flames of her most forbidden passion. Alternatively, her mind wandered to the vampire with his pale, porcelain skin and sharp fangs, a mysterious figure who held a seductive allure that seemed to defy reason. Astrid's imagination soared as she conjured scenarios where he worshiped her body with his tongue, his fangs brushing sensuously against her clitoris as he eats her sensual flesh out. The mere thought of his prowess in rapture left her breathless and yearning for an encounter that defied the boundaries of human understanding.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

When Red asked why our identification laces differed from the other students, I told him that we were scholars. Actually, aside from Red and me, I no longer see any other mortals. During the first week of the school year, I saw some mortal students here, but after a few weeks, I observed that they had already started to vanish. Vampires are incredibly skilled at killing their victims, and no one will be able to determine the cause of death. "I'll just get some ice cream," red said, and I agreed. We both make our way to the canteen's freezer, and he takes a step back when he opens it.

I was convinced that what I was witnessing was a figment of my imagination, unable to fathom the reality of the situation. Directly before me stood a vampire, donning lengthy sleeves and a sombre hoodie that concealed his countenance and entire frame. His gloved hands also shielded his palms. He tightly gripped onto the iron bar of my window, emitting deep and guttural noises. The agony he was experiencing struck a deep chord within me. While it would have been effortless to remove his grasp on my window sill and send him hurtling from the building, the very thought of such an act stirred a palpable uneasiness in my chest. As I gazed out upon the city, I couldn't help but notice the hunters

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

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

When we finally reached the borders of the vampire kingdom, the air itself seemed to change. The land stretched out before us, shrouded in perpetual twilight. Towering black spires rose from jagged cliffs, their surfaces glistening like obsidian. Rivers of crimson wove through the valleys, their eerie glow casting a bloody sheen on the surrounding terrain. The architecture was intricate and gothic, each structure a masterpiece of shadow and light. Gargoyle statues lined the pathways, their sharp fangs and claws frozen in time, a silent warning to those who dared to enter.