Vampire Literature Novels & Stories

“That's weird, I bet Ethan is hiding something.” It was already night, I was engrossed in the book I found. It wasn't giving me any solution but it had these vampire stories in them. Their do’s and don't, heroes and heroine, the war between them and hunters and their little alliance with the witches. It had a similarity because the man who bit me was a vampire.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

the bat guy explained. " What else did my father-in-law say? " the shameless monk inquired. " monks can't marry " the bat guy replied. " fuck your grandpa!! this honorable Reverend monk is not your normal monk. " The shameless monk replied. The two vampires argued back and forth for what seemed like an eternity before getting to their destination. The streets of hell were bustling, all kinds of demons roamed this street, from minions to huge monsters showing off their expensive hellhounds. Monsters of all races walked the streets.

a silence was created, the severity of the revelation "a creature living on death…a vampire." The nun opened one of the books lying on top of the table, and with two swift motions, she encouraged them to see the contents of it: the pages contained detailed explanations of the vampires, some drawings of them tho just to demonstrate the appearance and an example of how their fangs look and work. While Thomas and Elizabeth perused through the book the sister continued "Vampires drink the blood of the living to sustain their existence, few things can slow them down, and even less kill them. Their nature is to be astute, fast, unflinching and violent."

That was an interesting name. Blocking out Camille's and Sally's conversation, Maddox opened one of the books and read a few pages. The story began with a vampire searching for his love. She’d been killed by his enemy—another powerful vampire. His body hummed in reaction to the words as if each sentence triggered a spell. Dire rippled in discomfort. What was that? He skimmed the pages. All the descriptions of vampires were spot on. Crazier, there were terms in the book that were actually real—moon-cursed, moon-touched and other words used in his world. He thought back to something Camille had said earlier.

I replied and we began to walk. “So, I kept on reading these novels, and I found out there’s someone missing about wolves in all of them.” She suddenly said and I looked at her. “What’s that?” I asked. “They didn’t write that they drink blood once a week—the blood of young girls.” She said, staring at me straight in the eye. “Those are vampires.” “Vampires drink blood to satisfy their hunger, wolves drink to sustain their powers. If you ever meet a wolf, ask them.” She said and something about the way she said it felt ominous.

Tony spoke to me in a soothing voice, unshrouding the mysteries of what it was to be a Vampire. I learned that there is the world we know and another world alongside our own. That other world is the limbo we go to upon death if our soul doesn't go to its final resting place. It's the place of ghosts. Only Vampires have circumvented the law that keeps the human world separated from the spirit one. No one knows for sure, but the accepted theory says Vampires are animated corpses possessed by something that has never walked the earth. What exactly animates the Vampires is something that even they do not know for sure.

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings. I picked the first book I could lay my hands on and opened it to the chapter where vampires were discussed. "I guess you love fairy tales," I turned to see a young man, dressed in a black suit. His hands were in his pocket as he was grinning widely at me. I cocked my eyebrow. "Vampires aren't necessarily classified as fairy tales" I corrected him. "You could say so. I mean they're different, strange, and strong. They ain't human"

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?