Vampire Painter Novels & Stories

“That’s not important.“ Clara took the photo in her hand and softly she put her hand on the queen’s image. she pointed her finger at it and then turned to Ethan and told “she is your real mother” Ethan looked at her mom’s face and says “Ma” Suddenly his glance goes on Sandra’s photo and her eyes are bloodshot from anger. She points to her and asked Clara "Is she the one who killed my parents?" Clara nodded. Ethan further enquired “But why? What was her motive? What does she want?” Clara spoke “Sandra is an evil witch. She wants your power." “what power?" Ethan asked “You are not an ordinary child. You are the son of the celestial kingdom. Your father is the vampire king and mother a werewol

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

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?

“Whatever you’re selling human, I’m not buying it. Decker may be fooled but not me.’’ I thought you might say that. I fished out a dagger from my back pocket and stabbed him on the foot. He let out an enraged scream and I saw that as my cue to bolt. I run towards the spiralling staircase, breath heavy and chest tight. It was dark, save for the lanterns that were placed on the four corners of the walls. The black and white paintings alone were enough to make me pass out due to its vivid representation of the men with fangs. One painting in particular made me almost puke in my mouth: a male vampire had a woman, who I assumed was a human limp on his lap as he drank from her. Swallowing the bile

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.

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

For the remainder of the class, Hailey adds finishing touches to her painting quietly and I added my watermark to mine. I didn't paint a trash can full of succulents as I'd been thinking of doing. Instead, I went with a rather dark Gothic theme, of a bloodthirsty, vampire with blood dripping down its fangs, with a dark desert-like background and shrivelled broken cacti strewn on the ground. Those cacti were rather inspiring after all. While Hailey had done her take on Van Gough's Starry Night over a desert of distorted looking cacti which was pretty cool. Char walked around and inspected the pieces over our shoulders and I heard her squeal slightly every time she came across a painting she l

However, just in the hallway, I saw a series of personal portraits of family members. From the skills of painting, I could tell that this Vampire family was an ancient one. I had learnt something about traditional drawing before, so I could distinguish their value from the oil that were used to keep the fresh colors from fading away. As expected, I found the painter signed in the lower right corner, William Van Der Woosen, who was an indeed one of the most well-known top oil painters. Taylor Blake, the earliest ancestor of our hunter family, was also painted by William. What made him so famous was that his paintings looked just like real photographs.

His pale hand now darkens and he felt his hand froze, literally from the inside and there was a small smile coming from her. “Not husband, murderer. He is a murderer.” Dante try to act strong but the pain was pretty unbearable. “Alright, alright. If you say so.” Vaisya release her grip and Dante’s hand returns to normal. He rubbed that hand and stare at her, “What happened to you?” “You don’t have to worry about that. I have an offer for you.” “And what is that?” “The extinction of Svitoslavich pack. Probably the whole wolves pack if that is what you want.” Every vampire in the bar stands from their seats and moves closer to her. When Vaisya turns around with a smile, they all stop and beca