Vampire Pi Novels & Stories

One morning in October, 20XX Los Angeles, Neil Royce rushed in from outside, tacked under his arm a newspaper, banged on Uri Wayne's desk, and gasped for breath: "Uri, look what we have?" Uri Wayne was revising the document before approving it, glancing at the newspaper headline. "Another person has become a "Victim" of VAMPIRES! They really exist in human life?" Uri looked at the words Vampires highlighted in red, then back at Neil Royce, raising an eyebrow: "That's a good title!"

Matteo stepped into a dark hallway, with candles flickering along the walls. His short blond hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes scanned the area until they found a black coffin sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over and gently lifted the lid. Inside, the vampire Vlad was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest. Matteo knew Vlad hated being woken up, but this couldn't wait. He sharpened his claws and sliced open his own palm, letting his blood drip onto Vlad's lips.

I half chuckled “Leda. Just Leda, and it's perfect, thank you Mathias.” I pulled the first file toward me and flicked it open. The pages spilled out; several handwritten documents and black and white photographs of dying/dead figures; some of whom looked practically decomposed. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and closed my eyes. “Hence my concern Leda. These victims do not die quickly – it's horrific.” He quietly flicked the file closed. “Are there different levels of vampire then?” “What do you mean?” “You said those like the grey guy-”

He prompted. "I learned something tonight." She began, hesitating as she thought over what she had learned. "I have reason to believe that the vampires are planning an uprising. Last night, there wasn't a single one roaming the streets which isn't normal for the city." She explained. "Don't be ridiculous, Harley! Where on earth would you get an idea like that?" Zander scoffed. "I'm not being ridiculous, this information came from a trustworthy source." She defended. "Oh really? And what was that source?" He questioned.

The alpha is slow clapping, full of respect. "You are a true queen," said Glenn. “Thank the Beta brain of the northern wolf pride.” Ruby threw her chin at Haris Razzega, who was calmly reading a vampire journal. Realizing that several eyes were glued to him, Haris took a sip of his coffee for a moment. "It is nothing. Basic vampire knowledge is elementary to learn.” "So true! Who would have thought that diabetes could trick them? Real vampires are greedy.” Ruby shook her head. “When do we give that imbecile vampire a reckoning?” Thomas interrupted, "I can't wait to break his fangs!"

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

From those that brought you Flashbacks, comes this on edge murder mystery with a stint of romance, yet a handful of suspense. Vamp doesn't fail to send the most realistic message to the readers, shedding some light on some of the most endangering truths about sex, money and drugs. And murder, nevertheless bringing out some light amidst all the darkness. **** Written by Onyemaobi

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.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.