Vampire Professor Novels & Stories

Logan to speak with him. "Commissioner Victor, I am so sorry for what you had to witness but that was as real as it could get. If there was another way to have saved you without you seeing that then I would have." Professor Logan said. "What were those things?" The Commissioner asked as he looked up at the Professor. "Vampires, merely followers who report to a higher being called Scourge. They wanted to turn you into one of them so you'd do what they want. He's planning on running for governor" Jake said.

Clementine POV "Listen, students of Vampire High, welcome to National Vampire High Day year 29768." Chairman's introduction that we are at the top of the stage with some board of Chairman. Everyone applauded so I just joined. "Today, we're going to celebrate it. But first, we the board Chairman of Vampire high wants to say Thank you to the Vaughn family." The Chairman said that's why everyone looked at our behavior. Wrong, they Fin turned out. The twins just smiled with Creed except for Fin who had no emotion.

I was hoping to ride off that feeling and not get stupidly turned on like I had the first time he’d morphed in front of me, so why the hell was I trembling now because he’d been close enough to whisper in my ear? It didn’t help that he was hot, with skin the color of honey, and built like a literal Greek god. But he was my professor, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was also a fanged vampire wolf thingy who was intent on killing me. See you in class?? Like hell he would. I made a beeline for the clinic like my life depended on it, because it did. As I walked in, I immediately spotted the nurse who had stitched my arm up last week.

“There is no time to waste, drink your potion, so the vampire can’t find you.” “Um, professor Van Helsing, didn’t you say that Vampires’ powers were weak during the day?” Her voice is so full, so small, and still sweet..... Deep is the wrong word, and lyrical is too. Full, maybe. Almost like she has a cold. With how tight her shoulders seem, it’s more that than her tone that indicates her stress level. “It’s not their natural time, however Dracula’s connection to you is deep.” His voice drops two octaves as if he’s trying to match the movie perfectly. “We must get you wed to Harker.” ‘Van Helsing’s’ phone chimes and even without the brightening of his screen, I can see his pupils are the siz

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

The professor frowned slightly while looking at her. "You seem distracted today," he said calmly. Vera immediately sat up properly. "I'm sorry professor," she apologized quickly. The professor looked at her for a moment before finally speaking again. "Then answer my question." Vera immediately became nervous. She honestly didn't even know what question he asked earlier because she was too distracted by the strange visions again. But thankfully she quickly noticed some things written on the board. The lesson was about werewolf survival and body resistance. The professor crossed his arms calmly.

"Your hair is still wet. Aren't you freezing out here in the night wind? You are going to catch a terrible cold." I stare at him. A two-ton werewolf just blew up a dorm room, a vampire is currently a cloud of bloody bats, and my incredibly powerful teacher is acting like a hyper-anxious mother hen over my damp hair? "I'm perfectly fine. Not cold at all, Professor," I reply smoothly, instantly plastering on my most polite, harmlessly innocent smile. Up in the air, Liviel pauses her flight. She tilts her head, her red eyes narrowing suspiciously at Hilbert's ridiculously misplaced, overly intimate priorities.

I took a seat in the last row, trying to make myself invisible. A man swept into the room, and I knew immediately he was different from the other instructors. He wore glasses—actual reading glasses, which seemed odd for a vampire—and his gray hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. He had the look of someone who'd spent centuries reading books by candlelight. "Good morning, students," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I am Dorian Graves, your instructor for Vampire History and Blood Magic Theory." He turned to write his name on the board, and I noticed his movements were careful, deliberate. Almost human.

Lucifer was getting very angry at the constant questions challenging his orders. 'Enough.' He roared, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the Professor collapse to the floor, quivering in fear and begging not to be hurt. 'It is a good job I need you to prepare the female, you pathetic piece of garbage. Now do your fucking job, you have half an hour.' The professor whimpered back at him, 'But, but, Sir, you s, said, an hour?' He stammered only to be grabbed by the neck,

My human’s hand shoots up and I sit straight, waiting for him to speak. The professor pauses, his eyebrows pinching with both confusion and concern. A growl sounds from deep within my chest at the look. How dare he be concerned with My Human. “Mr. Noctis, do you have a question? Evans asks as he crosses his arms over his chest. I watch my human stand, his gaze on his notes rather than on the professor. “So you said earlier in the lecture that humans didn't know how hard it was to kill a vampire. And I've read your notes, but I couldn't find anything on how vampires die.”