Romans & histoires Vampire Stories

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

I asked cautiously, aware that the topic might seem unfamiliar to him. Edmond furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nosferatu vampires? No, I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. I nodded, understanding his response. "They are a secretive and reclusive group of vampires known for their nocturnal activities and aversion to sunlight," I explained. "We've come across some information that suggests they might be involved in certain mysterious incidents in Crescentville, including your mother's disappearance." Edmond's eyes widened in surprise. "Vampires? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel," he said, disbelief evident in his voice.

I replied and we began to walk. “So, I kept on reading these novels, and I found out there’s someone missing about wolves in all of them.” She suddenly said and I looked at her. “What’s that?” I asked. “They didn’t write that they drink blood once a week—the blood of young girls.” She said, staring at me straight in the eye. “Those are vampires.” “Vampires drink blood to satisfy their hunger, wolves drink to sustain their powers. If you ever meet a wolf, ask them.” She said and something about the way she said it felt ominous.

Vanessa smirked as she saw those four vampires fight amongst each other. Alexander was monitoring Becca and his surroundings carefully when a two-hundred-year-old vampire named Benedict appeared in front of him. “Ugh, not you,” Alexander groaned as Benedict has always managed to piss him off just with his annoying face while the words that spilled out of his mouth were even more annoying.

The finale to this night. "The Vampire will die."

"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

Among families and friends 16. Eyes on the prowl 17. The vampire's tears 18. Farewell 19. Fate's messages 20. Internal battles 21. Searching for answers 22. From the depths to the surface 23. The Vampire Room 24. Hidden Tears 25. The baptism of blood 26. Decisions with a bitter taste 27. The she-wolf 28. The vampire's revenge 29. Tears of Fire 30. Precipice of doubts 31. The vampire attack...the goodbye, the revenge and the guilt

I asked, making sure that he could be seen in my peripherals. He seemed confused by my question. I took that opportunity to further elaborate, less I start staring at him again. "Well, she obviously lied to Xander that she wasn't feeling well even after she was, and then she lied to both of you about her having a stomach ache." Still, he looked confused. "What?" He asked. I turned my head to meet his gaze. Not anything else, just his gaze. "Can't vampires tell if a human is lying?" I asked. He thought for a moment, finally understanding what I wanted to have answered.

Taking her free hand, I watch Fulton take Sydney off to the other side, where the fire will be to lay their burning sticks down. “Wanna explain?” Merrick asks as we lean down with our fire. “Dude, apparently a vampire thing just happened to me. It only happens to vampires. What are the chances that Mom or Dad or even both aren’t actually my parents?” I blurt out. I trust Merrick with my life; I know for a fact he will help me no matter what life throws our way.