Vampire Literature Novels & Stories

The vampires didn't know they existed until his friend Arden had accidentally found one of them about 500 years ago. When Scott had found Renee, she had been looking for him too. He had thought she was a true blood, but he soon realized the error of his judgment when she had taken an arrow directly to her heart for him. He had thought he lost her just as he found her. But, she had turned into a cat before his eyes and she was back alive. Since they both share the same father, he knew her mother must be someone from the cat family. The cat family aren't so famous in the underworld, neither are they famous in the stupid scary stories the humans told their little ones. Vampires on the other han

Nina made sure that her father was not aware because if he found out, he would stop them from leaving on their own. Slamming a book against the desk, Amaya groaned as she flipped pages and pages. She wished that she would find out anything related to the cure for vampirism in any of the long history books in their home. “I have searched almost all the books there and I have a lead,” Hadrian professed. “Being a vampire makes me read stuff faster.” “You have a lead and I have been struggling to find a clue in one of these old rusty books.” He could read the frustration written on her face.

Sitting down, I opened it up and began to read. “Although there are documentations done on vampire’s behavior, there are three main things to know when dealing with a vampire. The first one is their sexual lifestyle. Most vampires do not prefer to choose a mate. This is because, in the past, if you were feuding with another vampire, then your mate would become a target. That was popular in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Around the mid 1900s, their sexual desires changed to a more generous means.

The aroma of freshly drawn blood permeated the atmosphere, and those who were standing outside were taken aback to see a group of regular humans gathering around a vampire. They didn't understand how they could appear so knowledgeable, but they managed to kill the vampire by driving a stake through his heart. Vampires lose the ability to see and make use of their eyes when they use mirrors to create light. Smart people know that to kill a vampire, they need to take advantage of all the seemingly useless items that are being thrown away. They even can use knives to sever the heads of vampires and set fire to the rest of their bodies.

Meanwhile, I sat inside the library of the Winter Garden, turning the entire place upside down to get information on vampires. “Strange.” I mumbled as I looked through the book titles. There weren’t many books or detailed information on vampires. It was all the basics, like how to kill a vampire with a wooden stake and all. Nothing that I didn’t know. I sighed as I flipped through the last book and threw it. Why was there not much information about the biggest rivals of wolves? I massaged my temple with my two fingers when my tired gaze fell on the open book that I had thrown across the room out of frustration.

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

Raven: look at some of the answers that I found online. A vampire is a lazy lecherous elderly gentleman living the upper class aristocratic lifestyle, and sipping a polite drop of blood with formal etiquette from some poor girl charmed well out of her wits. A werewolf is a wild beast tearing woman and child with tooth, foot , claw, jaw and all. Both are famous time honoured literary masterpieces. Thus, poetic licence can grant them a good dramatic crisis in perfect thriving conditions of superb animosity. But, personally I think, these two ultras are temperamentaly unsuited to exploit together in a single literary canvas. No classic plotline ever developed from such correspondence. Only some

All the same, she went through it with yet another sigh. It didn’t tell her much. It was just the usual definition of vampires, their history, some validities of their reality, and sources. Merely scrolling down, she picked up the most common keywords classic monsters and Count Dracula, which happened to be a legend from Bram Stoker’s epic novel, Dracula. She had already read it and things were becoming rather repetitive. No matter how hard she tried to fit Zheira’s description to how the article described vampires, there weren’t any. Fuming silently, she went back to the search bar and typed creatures with horns and golden eyes, and the results were as implausible as the first.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Her Mom and Dad would spend days shoving books in my face and even talk to me about them once I had finished. Breyona's Mom was right, there wasn't much information on Vampires. Just a small passage in the middle of the page, written in another language. It was obvious Breyona's Mom and Dad had translated the text, writing it on a spare sheet of paper and attaching it to the book. The passage enlightened me, and sent something cold rushing through my veins. Vampires -- 1902