Vampire Professor Novels & Stories

I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires. Mr. Draven was truthful in the telling of how they fulfill their desire for blood. Vampires can shapeshift and go on hunts to capture their prey. There are even some studies that say there are vampire werewolf hybrids. Even though vampires have the need to fulfill their desire for blood they live their lives as regular humans partaking in earthly food and drink. It's all so fascinating. The Professor's voice rings out in the classroom and I begin to jot down as much as I can as he talks.

Markus enjoyed being a doctor at the Academy, it had its own level for vampires, and there were animals to chase down for prey, with the added bonus of having human blood pulsing through the critters system, thanks to a transference spell perfected by the resident Yokai (Blood spirits). Vampires weren't ostracised here, instead, they were taught to explore their lesser-known abilities, like acrobatics, compulsion and glamour spells. They had a hoard of their own, headed by a passionate male professor named Baeden and life was good, thanks largely to Caroline and her werewolf husband John.

The professor’s voice finally broke through, thin and shaky. “B-but you’re so…young. I don’t under—” His eyes widened as a deeper realization struck. He stumbled back, his face ashen. “You’re a…vampire…” His trembling worsened. “Please…please don’t kill me, sir. I have a wife…children…two daughters and two sons” "And if a lecturer harrases your girls, would you like it?" "I'm sorry, Sir. It...it won't happen again."

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

Vampires are increasingly reasonable and live with the human world. Sharmaine stood looking at the painting of a vampire giving flowers to a human girl, a smile slowly appearing on her face. In her hand is a history book, she is a professor of human history at the university. Sharmaine has a beauty that makes the opposite person feel warm and comfortable. “Teacher, are vampires terrible? I've never seen a vampire, but I read about the documents, they all confirm vampires are real, what do you think about that concept?" The female student looked at Sharmaine and asked a question.

" Keep your mouth shut and listen me. The list is so long. Then you'll realise my true love for you." Elena kept quiet and listen him. " That day, you didn't complete your project work of Psychology. That professor insulted you in the classroom for such a simple reason. How could he do that? It was unbearable for me. I wanted to kill him right there in front of you but i controlled myself. He told lie to my friends that i had left my name on the project work and went after him in the staffroom. He was not there in the staffroom and i saw you and Drake were waiting for him there. I looked everywhere for him and then i saw him going towards washroom. It was the best time for me. So, i went aft

"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 survived from her ability before, so no doubt that the werewolf is dead by now." I couldn't move. Anger rushed through my veins and I felt like I was a

My hand shoots out, gesturing like a royal knight from the medieval era. She lets out a mock exasperated sigh. “As His Grace wishes.” She marches towards the door. I scoff and follow her, my hands tucked into my pockets. - The next 45 minutes are some of the most boring times in my long vampire as well as human life. The professor kept lecturing, and Verena Layton, like a model student, kept taking notes of everything he said. She stares at him like he is some money entity, and a word that spills from his mouth is a gold chunk worth a lifetime.