Vampire Qualities Novels & Stories

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

"It was never consistent, always sporadic and unexpected." Dr. Scott was deep in thought. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair while he considered what I said. "Elizabeth, vampires, like werewolves, have unique talents. Not the same ones, mind you, but as effective. Vampires, in addition to their physical prowess, may enter a person's mind. If they are feeling merciful, they may blot off what is going on. They mostly employ it to increase dread since the victim's bodily response to anxiety affects how they taste."

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

Claiming a beloved, regardless of the species, didn't turn them into a vampire UNLESS enough venom was released into the bloodstream for the turn to take effect. Vampires could be brutal fighters if they wanted to be. Their reflexes were much faster than ours typically were. Their senses were also keen. Then they could also have gifts like we could. Victor, for example, had telekinesis that he had perfected until it became his very own lethal weapon. Upon learning about their lifespans, new facts about myself were learned.

"Rain, listen very carefully. You're a quarter vampire. I think they may have tried to kill you with a curse and it awoke your vampiric blood within you." I blinked. "Wait, what? Since when?" "Since always. Your father's side. It usually stays dormant unless, well, provoked by something supernatural. The curse must have awakened your vampiric traits, which likely saved you." I leaned back against the wall. "So, you're saying the fangs and blood cravings are... normal?" "For a quarter vampire, yes. The cravings will settle, but you might notice... other changes." "Like what?" She hesitated. "Stronger senses. Maybe heightened strength. And... some sensitivity to sunlight."

Seraphina tried to be firm but her soft voice betrayed her. Even still, Bethel sighed and seated herself next to Seraphina. “Familiars are the animals which Vampires can shape shift into. When a vampire child is born, they will have a silver birthmark which shows what their familiar will be. Familiars are a reflection of a Vampires true character.” Seraphina’s brows were knitted trying to make sense of what Bethel was saying. “Is that why Lord Stevano of House De-Buccleuch has that silver serpent on his face?” whispered Rose. “Yes, his familiar is a serpent, in fact the whole House De-Buccluech are reptiles of some sort, bunch of cold-blooded snakes” Bethel trailed off.

“Remember you owe me a dance, Sweetheart.” “I did forget you not.” Turning a smile to him and waving my hand, a purple rose vine crept in from the window and directed to Vander’s direction. All vampires possess abilities that are common and different from each other, and mine’s the capability of controlling plants that only grows abundantly in a certain place.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

I was hurt that not only did he replace me so quick like a used toy, but he also replaced me with someone that was not even qualified to be my hand maid. All my years of knowing him, being with him, just flushed down the drain because of one night. As he stood in front of me now, holding my shoulders, the urge to give him another slap and high tail it out of there faster than he could say "hey" was eating at my brain. But I was no werewolf so I lacked most of their basics qualities, heightened sense of smell and hearing, and of course speed. We were not near as fast as the average vampires, but we were definitely faster than those puny creatures called humans.