Vampire Professor Novels & Stories

I answered "I left early yesterday because of my transformation. You are scared of your professor?". He said in a questioning tone. He continued,"And you were bragging that you will get your revenge from that vampire". Looking in my eyes with his serious look, he said. "Yes… about that vampire! Did you find anything about him?" I asked him with curiosity. "I am still searching. It will take some time". He said. "Okay, then we should get prepared to fight him". I said.

"Come in, let's see what's going on with you." I hesitantly stepped inside, cautiously eyeing the slimy carcass. The greenish liquid spread over the table and began to drip onto the floor, hissing into the stone. "Sit down," the vampire placed a simple wooden stool next to him with one hand. As soon as I sat down, he pulled out of his pocket some artifact that looked like a copper tube with shiny buttons and wheels. With a click, one of the rings with the lens moved to the side. The professor pointed it at me. One eye, the other.

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

Of course he was. Eyes the color of an liquid gold with flecks of bronze and amber —like sunlight dancing on a forest stream—locked with mine. And that was it. One second. A flicker of something too raw to name. Then he turned his head, lazily. Like he’d gotten what he came for. I should’ve looked away sooner. Because I felt like I’d just undressed in front of a predator. “Take out your texts,” the professor barked, “Page 216. Fae-Vampire diplomatic treaties.”

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

My wolf growls while I glower at him. The urge to let my dark side finish him up brims me. My wolf can be a little merciful but not my vampire side. It kills without mercy. "The not-so-popular professor..." He struts closer and takes a seat on the stool beside me, grinning. I swear, I'll soon wipe that dirty grin from his face. "What do you want, you daft!" I curse at him, gathering my right hand into a fist. "Ew, that's quite harsh, don't you think? I mean we're both colleagues, so it doesn't harm if we choose to drink together, does it?"

The lady said coldly. Leia scoffed loudly but said nothing. I admired this lady all of a sudden. Whoever she was. "My name is Professor Sylvia, and I am going to be lecturing you on the Art of Mating and bonding between Werewolves." "I wonder who is unlucky enough to be mated to you," Leia said and the half of the class gasped. "Well, thank you for asking, Ms. Craven, My Mate was unlucky enough to lose his life when your father killed him due to his incompetence in running a company," Professor Sylvia said with a cold smirk.

He would tell her I was a problem that couldn't be bought. I went inside and found Vane sitting on the bed, looking at the crepes like they were poison. "He wasn't nice, was he?" Vane asked quietly. "No, Vane. He wasn't," I said, sitting down next to him. I was shaking, the adrenaline finally leaving my system and leaving a cold, jagged exhaustion in its place. "I miss the professor," Vane whispered. "He was scary, but he never looked at me like I was a chore. Dominic looked at me like I was a piece of luggage he had to carry."

he sneered, throwing me back onto the bed. Trap? My mind raced. Was it all an act, the anger, the confrontation in the professor’s office? The professor had been one of his men? Had he set us up in class, paired us for the project under his orders? And… was the professor not even human, but a werewolf? At that moment, I realized my legs and hands felt weak, almost as if they had no strength. My wide eyes darted to my trembling hands. Had I been drugged?

I had heard from some friends that our new English professor was a stickler about being on time and I didn't want to get on his bad side on the first day back. Busying myself taking out my notebooks and pencils I didn't really pay attention as the professor walked in, that was of course until he spoke. Eyes wide I looked up in time to find none other than Travis standing at the head of the classroom clipboard in hand. It seemed that the moon goddess had even more tricks to play on me, not only was Travis my mate, but now it seemed he was also my new English professor.