Vampire Poem Novels & Stories

He began to recite a section of the poem word for word. “But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

O pray the earth enfold Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust. This poem imagines a modern-day "Goth girl" as a vampire ... Dark Gothic by Michael R. Burch Her fingers are filed into talons; she smiles with carnivorous teeth ... You ask, “Are there vampires?” Get real! (Yet she has my belief.)  Sleep and Liberation―the Opiate World of Elizabeth Siddal Ulalume: A Ballad [excerpt] by Edgar Allan Poe The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere—

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

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

He grumbled. Esmeray's brows furrowed as she rotated the tampon to find what the Vampire wanted her to read. There was something written on it. A phrase. . . 'Killing them will take a lot of energy. Just pretend that they are dead.' Walking towards the chest she threw it back in and picked another one and it had a freaking poem on it with a little direction. 'Twinkle Twinkle little star. I want to hit you with my car. Throw you off a bridge so high.

If it weren't for Stephen's unexpected phone call, Lars would have gone home to hug Keelin. It was not difficult for Stephen to find out that his son was upset. But… he didn't care. “Regarding runaway vampires, that situation is not only happening in your city but also in most of the country. Some clans have sent me letters, they have sent many strong vampires but no one has returned. Every family has a different case, but what they have in common is that vampires die from poisoning, a powerful poison that only works on vampires." “What does that poison look like?” “It is a liquid, odorless, with a purple quartz color.”

I gasped, vision swimming, shadows crashing like waves against my mental barricade. For a moment, the world narrowed to the singular sharpness of pain. I wrestled with the spectre of despair that threatened to overwhelm me, inhaling the acrid scent of magic that clung to every breath. But in the depths of anguish, something new awoke—a tempestuous fire cracking through the veneer of helplessness. The vampire laughed, a sound that grated against my senses like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, we do love a challenge," she said, circling around me with predatory grace. "Perhaps you'll make things interesting after all."

Strangers she might once have passed on some forgotten street leaned in too close, whispering syllables that pricked her ears. Each face lingered too long, unsettlingly real, before morphing into grotesque parodies, pulling her own reflection into a funhouse of terror. Limbs stretched, torsos bent, jaws dangled like broken hinges. Eyes gleamed like shattered glass, reflecting everything yet catching nothing, staring through her as if trying to strip her soul bare. The scent of decay tinged the air, sickly - sweet. Vaethea’s nostrils flared. Every inhale tasted like metal and ash, burning through divine grace, stirring the vampire’s craving.

Ace Point of View The forest was thick with the scent of iron and smoke. My claws dug deep into the cold soil, blood dripping from my muzzle as the vampire before me laughed, rasping, broken, but still defiant. Even torn and bleeding, he smiled. His mouth glistened with black blood, his fangs flashing like blades under the faint moonlight. “You… think you’ve won?” he hissed between coughs. His voice was old, too old and heavy with something almost regal. “You beasts never learn. You can kill me… but you can’t kill what’s coming.”

The shadows trap the vampires who try to escape, consuming them in silence. Baron grins and leaps upward, climbing the latticework of metal beams with ease. I chase after him. The steel rattles beneath us as we ascend. He weakens the structure around me, trying to make me fall, but he forgets that the night belongs to me. The darkness bends to my will, forming a path where there was none before. I push forward and leap higher until I catch him. The shadows coil around his neck like serpents, binding him tightly.