Vampire Mystery Novels & Stories

Havermouth, Present Time In the darkness, pain blossomed red as blood spearing in through Harry’s eye and drilling into their brain, a burning pain that grew in sharpness until they surfaced screaming from the dark into an unfamiliar room clutching at their head. The smell of blood was sharp, and their face was wet with it. They sobbed as they stared at their fingertips, piecing together the black liquid on their skin with the scent of blood. “What has happened?” “Harry…” A woman stood in the doorway, a vampire. It took Harry a moment to recognize her. One of Talen’s underlings.

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.

“Can I have a beer?” “Sure,” Amaya said, she quickly returned with a bottle of beer. “How is your vampire slaying going?” She whispered. “I think that we have one vampire inside Arcadia grill.” Marissa eyed her as she sipped from the bottle of beer. Colby sipped from the soda can, narrowing his eyes toward Marissa. He just met a teenage girl who knew a vampire hunter. It meant that they weren't the only vampires in Arcadia Falls. He had to tell his brothers

She quipped. "Yeah, I think so…" Ramsey replied, his voice deep and rumbling. "You don't honestly believe in those bloodsuckers, do you?" Cassandra chuckled, taking a sip from her wine. Ramsey shook her head, his expression serious, and his sharp ears twitching as he considered the question. "Um, I don't know. But there have been rumors of strange happenings in the neighboring villages and all. People disappearing without a trace, strange marks on their necks. You know, it could be vampires."

She leaned forward in her seat with a serious expression “I want answers Aamon, and only you can give me the answers I want. I want to know what really happened, what is happening and what will happen?” He laughed “I’m a vampire, not a psychic, sure I can see far ahead and hear your heartbeat but I can’t see the future. I can’t tell you what will happen, I’m not even sure I know what is happening. I can only tell you what has happened” “I’ll take that” She pressed record on her recorder and noticed he looked anxious “You don’t have to summarize anything, I can ask the questions if you want” “I’d like that” She cleared her throat and began “can you tell me what happened in September 1922?”

He repeated without taking the blanket held in her outstretched hand. As she turned, she still shielded her eyes. Peeking through to make sure he was not lying, she dropped her hand when she seen him clothed, at least his lower half anyway. "So what is so important you needed to talk about?" He asked. "I'm a Private Investigator and I've been working on a case for weeks now with no clue as to who the suspect is or how the deaths were related. It wasn't until I met you that I realized what was really going on. All the victims were drained of blood and had their throats ripped out. I've just now realized that it was vampires that are killing at random. I need your help to eliminate who ever ha

Soon he wouldn't have enough strength to even stay awake. It was a vampire's greatest weakness, his time of greatest vulnerability, and it happened every damned day. How many times over the centuries had he fallen asleep, worried that his body would be discovered during the daylight hours? A mortal could drive a stake through his heart while he lay there helplessly asleep. It had almost happened in 1862, the last time he'd involved himself with a mortal female. Victoria. He'd never forgotten the horror of waking after sunset to find his coffin wide open and a wooden stake resting across his chest. This accursed vulnerability had to end. He was working on it in his

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?

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.