Vampire Novel Ideas Novels & Stories

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

As if reading what would happen, Jay bet on zero point one second after the bullet was fired. He dedicated his entire body to holding Ruby, pulling her even though she was rolling on the tiles. For a moment, the party reached the peak of chaos. Some guests were in disarray at the sound of the farthest glass partition breaking—small-bodied vampires who consider armed humans a threat. Not a few vampires survived. Each person has a choice, but there is one worst choice. The catalyst in the form of thirst overflows due to the shadow of their first death. They learn that death should at least be covered by something of value, so they decide to bite their mate.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

All I can give her is a bitter smile even if I meant what I said. She’s out of my room now. My eyes darted on my painting years ago. That is the reason why I’m so drawn into novels and vampires now. Maybe if I didn’t quit painting before I wouldn’t know about Edward Cullen. Fucky, that’s so miserable if that thing ever happened. I don’t want to be a plain girl after all. Maybe everything has a reason. So there’s a reason why I’m so into vampires? Maybe. I felt the hot liquid in my womanhood again! Fucky! Why is this? I don’t even think it’s dirty! I just mentioned the ‘vampire’ was heating me up. Kainis naman! Fucky! I really need to be devirginized by a vampire now.

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

he finished, his voice turning dead serious within seconds and I gulped softly before nodding again. That night, I paced around the room, biting my fingernails as I tried to come up with the perfect plan. “Oh god, who am I kidding? The only way out for me is through the window." I muttered, turning to look at the window that is now wide open. Tonight was my second night here, which means that I'm going to let at least one of those vampires have a taste of my blood before I go to sleep. Like hell I was going to let

For as long as I remember, vampires don’t take werewolves blood because of the connection between them, and same applies to werewolves. And for tears, she is sure that the connection hasn’t been broken by a vampire taking a werewolf blood or a werewolf taking from a vampire. For that, I seemed to like the idea of getting the two different species together, that’s if Noel had not brutally murdered my mother in front of my eyes. I wiped away the line tears that I had no idea were falling. It wasn’t very unusual of me to come and start crying, even though I do once in a while, it still felt so strange.

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

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.