Vampire Stories Novels & Stories

he continued. “’Tis true for the most part. Witches are quite open about their beliefs and practices. In the future, science has circumvented magic and placed it in a category of myth. Vampires, werewolves, and the like are not considered real. Their stories are told for amusement only,” I explained. “How incredible!” he gasped. “Yet, ‘tis my understanding you lived with a vampire in the future?” I looked at Elizabeth hesitantly. Had she told him that Duncan was that vampire? I wasn’t sure.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

No human was a match for the two together. "I don't think you are aware of the situation here," Francis seethed to both of them. "Human girls are going missing by the day. It's mass femicide! They are being murdered by vampires in the area, and it is him," Francis pointed at Sol, "Who is the culprit?" Serin scoffed, "I can assure you that my friend has had no part in the tragedies of what has been happening. Neither of us drinks from living humans. We collect the blood from willing participants only. They are blood donors."

That was an interesting name. Blocking out Camille's and Sally's conversation, Maddox opened one of the books and read a few pages. The story began with a vampire searching for his love. She’d been killed by his enemy—another powerful vampire. His body hummed in reaction to the words as if each sentence triggered a spell. Dire rippled in discomfort. What was that? He skimmed the pages. All the descriptions of vampires were spot on. Crazier, there were terms in the book that were actually real—moon-cursed, moon-touched and other words used in his world. He thought back to something Camille had said earlier.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

He only likes to humiliate and whip me, degrade me before a few of his trusted guards simply because that was the only way he can get his limp cock to work. I loathe him with a choking passion. When I retire to my room, I find that the maids have immersed the bath water in petals of calendulas and lavender. After I discard my dress and sink into the water, I let my thoughts wander to how all of this had began. Twenty-three year old, fantasy-loving me would have called meeting a real life werewolf a fluke until I met my best friend, Diandra. It’d been over a year since then. “The calendulas will help soothe your scars, my lady,” one of the she-wolves serving me says, bringing me back to the p

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

The ghost asked casually, while appearing to be pacing the floor. "What? Like the human who turns into a giant man-wolf during a full moon?" Miranda demanded, but she didn't let the ghost answer, "yeah I've heard about it. So much so that people write books about young girls falling in love with them, and those books have so much smut, its ridiculous." Miranda laughed. It was now the ghost's turn to send Miranda a deadpan look. "What?" Miranda asked when she noticed the look. "And what do you think of vampires?" The ghost continued to quiz.

I was driving to university, taking the longer route to clear my head. My life had been an absolute shit storm the last few days. I had no idea what was going on in the world around me. Ryan, the guy I actually really liked, turned out to be a vampire. A vampire. Then I found out that he was actually the ex-boyfriend of one of my best friends and he tried to kill us.

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.