Vampire Short Stories Novels & Stories

She pressed the G****e icon and stared for a moment at the search bar before deciding to browse about vampires even though she already knew them by little heart. The first article she’d seen was from history.com, which had a one-sentence excerpt below the title: “Vampires are evil mythological beings who roam the world at night, searching for people whose blood they feed upon.” A hundred times she had read this and she almost memorized the content. All the same, she went through it with yet another sigh.

Suddenly, I felt a whoosh of air fly past me, and before I knew it, I found myself on the ground with four red eyed creatures glaring down at me. Their blood-red eyes and menacing fangs sent shivers down my spine. I realized I was facing vampires—creatures who fed on blood. How had I gone from the frying pan into the raging fire? I desperately tried to scramble to my feet, but the vampires proved faster. They pinned me down, their cold breath chilling my skin. One of them leaned in, baring his fangs. "You smell delicious," he whispered, his voice sending chills down my spine. The foul stench of rotten blood wafted from his mouth, almost causing me to retch.

Come on it nothing you better get home fast ok Ok see you tomorrow Ok bye Wow this is a long night Hey sorry for not introducings myself am Alex and am 23years old am pretty,smart but scared any way this is my story and how my life started I was walking down the Ally I heard voices I wanted to mind my business but it sound as if someone need my help,I walk where the voices was heard and I saw a man feed on a girl,I got scared and and shouted hey what you doing I was so stupid when the man left the girl she fell down and when I look at the the man mouth I could see blood,I scream and ran I don't know where I was going but I have to run,I was running and was looking back I did not know where I

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

"What do you mean, something beyond what meets the eye? Please, enlighten me." His eyes locked with mine, and a flicker of ancient wisdom seemed to dance within their depths. "You see, my dear, this land is steeped in ancient legends and myths. Stories that have been passed down through generations. One such tale is that of the vampires." As he spoke, his voice carried a tone of caution, as if he feared awakening some dormant darkness. The receptionist continued, his voice growing softer, yet filled with an air of intensity. "According to ancient Greek folklore, vampires were creatures of the night, cursed to wander the earth in search of blood to quench their insatiable thirst. They were be

It would have to be a huge coincidence. Many of the vampire legends seemed to have a common theme: a vampire was created when someone died in a disturbing way, for example by murder, suicide, or disease—or when someone died a sudden, unexpected death. This was especially the case if the person was a low soul, such as a murderer or thief. Many of the stories had the vampire buried by the local villagers, only to have them visit the grave the next day and see it disrupted, the soil freshly overturned, the body still intact, not decomposing. In some stories, the corpse rose from the grave and attacked people; in others it stayed put, but the spirit of the deceased visited family and friends at

Demika chips in a rhetorical question that’s placed somewhere in-between sarcasm and curiosity. It is no news that the Vampyres don’t come out during the day. However, the Adam twins are different—they do come out whenever they wish, only, they decide not to, just to avoid unnecessary familiarity.

In the darkness, their grins were like shadows dancing across their faces. Carla, who had been sleeping beside Alpha Andrew, stirred as the predatory presence of the vampires permeated the room. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. The sight that greeted her shattered the tranquility of the night. A cold, unyielding hand clamped over Carla's mouth, stifling any scream that threatened to escape. The vampire's eyes bore into hers, a silent warning to remain still and silent. Carla's own eyes widened with a mixture of terror and disbelief as she witnessed the macabre scene unfolding.