Novel & Cerita Vampire Story

My voice was small and greedy, thirsty for any bit of information that would help me not jump out of the car and start rethinking why in the world I wasn't scared of sitting beside a vampire. He raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath. "Well, contrary to what your kind choose to believe, the first vampire did not choose to be. He was cursed by an angry witch. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. It happened in a small village in Scotland. Killian was young, handsome, ambitious. He was practicing to be like his da, who was what we now call doctor. He met a woman and she took to him. He didn't know she was a witch, the woman, Amara. Like all pompous men, he made her promises and took her t

he said. "Common you don't believe that fairy-tale Lucan." Khloe watched him surprised. "Remember the war ?" Khloe asked him . "Adolph said the vampire's attacked them in broad daylight." "Well it is still a condition ." Lucan insisted. “A condition that requires you to drink blood or make your skin whiter than snow ." He added.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Slain by a vampire. Behind the castle was the dark woods, Aiden noticed as he stepped in, he squinted through, catching Lynette who was dealing with three vampires. Snarling. Growling. Snapping. Lynette stammered as she stepped back, watching the fangs of those vampires drop as they looked at her neck. She had a scratch on her neck and her blood trickled down to her shoulder. They screeched and they approached her trying to deny themselves her appealing blood, but it just pulled them closer and she stepped backward in a fuss. Aiden tried to interfere, but the windows blew open and its pieces shattered as two people fell from it. One was a human and the other was a vampire. The human was abou

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

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.

Why hadn’t I noticed that before? The feel of my nipples hardening in response to my body’s discovery that my boarder was a sexy hottie reminded me that I was wearing a flimsy tee shirt with no bra. I quickly pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. “I never was able to figure out where that damnable vampires turning into bats story came from,” he said, mindless of my nipple dilemma. “Braham Stoker, I believe,” I mused as I sipped my cooled coffee.

“See? He’s not dead – he’s just…gone.” “How long has he been like this?” “A thousand years, give or take a century.” “Is this how we all end up? Lifeless statues?” “No, he just couldn’t…well, I suppose, keep living anymore.” “Why did you bring me down here?” Rowan pulled two roughly made wooden chairs closer. “Sit down, Aster. I’m going to tell you the true story of the first vampires.”

When she's like this, she really couldn't resist her cuteness. "Okay, okay, so here it goes..." "One day, this werewolf woman got kidnapped by the enemies, not knowing that she's carrying a baby in her belly. Because of it, she cried and cried while waiting for her mate to come. Then in the room where she was put in, the vampire boy appeared out of nowhere," Candice told her daughter's own experience in a story as she caressed her soft hair.

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.