Vampire Sleeping Upside Down Novels & Stories

I immediately teleported to the back of one of them and put him to sleep then I kicked the one who was still holding Clementine's arm and put him to sleep as well. I turned around in front of us and immediately kicked the runner in our direction. I immediately put him to sleep and then turned my attention to the vampire above. I immediately flew up and put it to sleep as well. When I was weak, I fell down and swallowed when I saw some more wolf vampires rising. "Clementine hide!" I shouted but she didn't seem to hear anything because she was just looking at the rising wolf vampire. She turned to me and immediately ran towards my direction then hugged me.

Vincent said. Lucian cleared his throat and said, "Maybe next time, Count Swans. We're so sorry to be here at this hour of the day, but I would like you to know that this is urgent." "Don't worry. Vampires are nocturnal animals. We don't sleep, actually. We only dream," Vincent said. "And I'm sorry for hypnotizing your soldiers. You know, they breathe too loud and it made me paranoid." Having said that, he stretched out his hands towards me and held me in his arms.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

Father lord protect your son, what is happening to me, I stood scarily and made to run upstairs to my room when a heavy wind blew and my door opened automatically and everywhere became dark. I fell scarily on a couch behind me, I began to hear some horrendous sound after some seconds everywhere became bright and what I saw was the most terrifying animal I have ever seen. I felt like I'm watching a horror film. This is a bat in front of me but not just a bat, one side of it was a female vampire's face while the other side was a bat's face. This is damn scary. Father lord help me!. TBC.

I had been lying on Giofré’s soft mattress, tossing and turning as thoughts lingered in my head. The sheets were crumpled underneath me and the pillows were sprawled all over the bed. I couldn’t sleep as the vampire’s face appeared vividly in my head. It was haunting me: those sharp fangs and mischievous smirk. They bothered me.

Oralie sat up a little annoyed, and before opening the window, she quickly collected the displeasure on her face and asked anxiously: - Sir, what happened? Can't you sleep? Selina shook her head slightly, those ash gray eyes still looking straight at her, and affirmatively replied: - A vampire doesn't need sleep. But humans need sleep. But humans need sleep! At this moment, Oralie really wanted to shout at this vampire, that she needed to sleep, she needed sleep. But then, Oralie took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and swallowed the scream that hadn't come out of her mouth yet. She calmly asked Selina:

Where did that come from? I was laying on the left side of a large bed, and I turned to the center. Godfrey laid on the right side, dressed in gray silk pajamas with his hands resting on his stomach. He looked peaceful, he looked … well, dead. It must be daytime, and he’s sleeping. That’s what vampires do, duh. I immediately wondered if he had a bathroom in here, surely there must be. I turned back to the edge of the bed and put my legs over the side, sitting up. I ran my hand over my left shoulder looking for blood, for a gash, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. How the hell is that possible?

he breathes, “not when you’ve had alcohol; I want you to come to me clear-headed and without the influence of liquid courage.” He moves up from the bed, but I pull him back, then twist my body along with his so I’m on top of him now. Years of sparring and I’m able to flip a 250-pound vampire on his back. Amusement plays in his eyes, and he lets out a dark chuckle. “Did you just fucking flip me over?”