Vampire Pi Novels & Stories

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Alternate Universe The vampires was human in the past, they just turned into a vampire after an obsessive and crazy scientist experimented on them and injected all kind of awful liquid inside their body or got infected intentionally and unintentionally, there were also that got born to be a vampire, living an immortal life that cannot get old even if got aged. The vampire race was ranked third after the zerg race, unlike wolf that has pheromones and powers, vampires only possess abilities after they were given by the suitable ability their personality matches by the patriarch blessings who ruled them all while some got lucky during their transforming or also being born in the world and recei

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"

I add. She smiles up at me, “I love you too Troy and I don’t want to leave you either but duty calls.” I sigh, “Can we at least stop fighting and go back to bed.” She laughs, “Troy that wasn’t a fight, I was just giving you space to think and I also did a little digging about Zane’s uh problem.” She takes my hand and leads me to a seat. I frown wondering what exactly she means by digging. “Harper and I went to the library yesterday and found a book on Vladimir, it tells the story of how he became a Vampire annnnd about his four loyal soldiers.” She looks at me to make sure I’m following.

Writer's POV “Vikram,” Emilio muttered under his breath, his fangs glinting as he clenched his jaw. “You’ll pay for this.” Earlier, Emilio had returned home to find his parents dead. The gruesome scene was seared into his memory—the lifeless bodies, the blood pooled on the floor, and the hollow silence that followed. But now, as a vampire, his senses were sharper. He could smell Vikram’s scent lingering in the air that night. And Donald Dale’s name had surfaced in whispers among those who thrived in the shadows. Together, they had orchestrated the massacre.

I flush bashfully, heart palpitating and blood rushing with a burst. I alarmingly look away from our hands, the presence of his hand making my right thigh fidget. He's not staring at me when he affirms, "It was an incomplete array our predecessors who were after that Vampire left behind." "It renders those bloodthirsty degenerates unable to drink human blood. It becomes a lethal poison, several times deadlier than silver, and as potent as the sun" I feel a plunge in my being and rattle wholly into stiffness to hear him say that. My mind races a mile per minute and I refuse to speak anymore until we arrive at our destination.

I tilted my head. “What do you mean?” Pau curiously asked. I sighed deeply before remembering the scene between me and Vladimir. “It’s like…he wanted to speak to me about something,” I claimed, remembering that he sounded so worried when he saw me the other day. Pau and the rest of my friends stared at one another, “Well um, there are kinds of vampires and their victims,” “The fang bangers, singers, and their prey,” She whispered. I could tell that she doesn't like to speak about this topic.

Eleanor's P.O.V I smiled as I held the newspaper in my hand and looked at the large title written in bold on the front page. 'YET ANOTHER KNIFE VICTIM' It was connected to a person's lifeless body. No, it wasn't a person. It was a vampire. A fucking bloodthirsty monster. He laid there lifeless on the floor with a body so unrecognisable that it would make people shudder at the murderer's viciousness. I'm curious who could be so ruthless.

“My speed is gone too. We’re moving like humans at the moment.” Nomo stopped again, this time with a look of alarm. "No, Dhampir. You don’t realize. The power of the vampire is elemental. It is not a thing that can be learned; it is what we are. In order for my speed to be dampened in any way, this whole plane has to have a hostile reaction to our fundamental nature." SOFIA QUISPE'S POINT OF VIEW

I close the door, lean back against it, my body trembling, breath coming shallow and fast as dread blooms deep in my chest. I heard every word. My hands shake as I rush to my bedside drawer, fingers fumbling for Betty’s phone. One word echoes relentlessly in my mind as I type it into the search bar. Sanguinari. The result appears almost immediately. And as I read, all the blood drains from my face. Because, there stark and unforgiving on the screen, I understand at last. Alexander Matesson is a vampire.