Vampire Veins Novels & Stories

If I kept watching him fight those vampires while almost getting killed in front of me, I might just die from a heart attack before he's done fighting them off. He continued fighting them, just then, I felt a powerful storm shake the car I was in. I quickly turned to my side, and saw a man approach the car. From the way he looked, I could tell he was a Vampire as well, just very different from the others. It is no secret that the Vampires who attack at day time drink a certain kind of potion made by a great Witch from the Vampires clan and that gives them a distinct feature which is the green veins in their neck. But this particular Vampire who approached the car I was in doesn't have the gr

She walks out of the room and I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my face and I felt like I've risen from my own corpse, my cheeks have sunken too much, I've got dark bags under my eyes and my skin looks so pale and lifeless. And then my gaze moves to my left side of the neck, a huge patch of my skin has gone blue in color with purple spots and I see two holes in the center. This shit is agony! I sigh and carefully remove my clothes, my whole upper left side pains on even the slightest movement and look how easily these vampires drink and just forget what sin they did!

Lior's right hand moves to the left forearm, pressing against it, and the motion exposes the inside of the wrist for a moment before being covered again. But a moment is enough. The veins beneath the skin have darkened. Not the deep bruised color of normal vampire circulation. Something darker than that. Something that runs in thin branching lines up toward the elbow the way frost patterns run across glass, black at the center and fading to dark gray at the edges, spreading even as Lucian watches in the second before Lior covers the arm again. Lior looks up. Meets Lucian's eyes with the gold gaze that has never looked uncertain until this moment.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

I lifted her upright slightly, cradling her against myself, but her body sagged limply, another cough sending crimson down the front of her underclothes. And then I saw it. Around the faint red punctures, her skin had begun to discolor-a purplish hue spreading slowly outward like ink bleeding through paper. The tips of her fingers, too, had already darkened, her hand twitching faintly in his grasp. It all came together in a sickening flash of realization. The Purple Venom Viper. My blood ran cold. I had only heard stories-the serpent said to live deep in forbidden groves, its bite so venomous it could turn flesh to ash within hours. Victims rarely survived unless treated immediately.

Courtesy of Universal Pictures; photograph, The Bettmann Archive Vampire QUICK FACTS RELATED TOPICSHorror filmLegend Characteristics Because there is a long history of walking corpses and bloodsucking ghouls in folklore, it is difficult to pin down a distinct set of characteristics consistently attributed only to vampires. Central to vampire myth, however, is the consumption of human blood or other essence (such as bodily fluids or psychic energy), followed closely by the possession of sharp teeth or fangs with which to facilitate this task. In most depictions, vampires are “undead”—that is to say, having been somehow revived after death—and many are said to rise nightly from their graves or

"How... are you?" "I am... adjusting," he said, the word a vast understatement. A shadow of profound disorientation flickered in his eyes. His right hand, as if with a mind of its own, drifted to his left arm. My attention snagged there, and the air seemed to grow colder. Against the pale canvas of his skin, sickly, orange-gold veins crawled and writhed with a faint glow. They were not flat marks, but a living tracery, like lightning trapped and writhing beneath the surface, a parasite etched in light. They snaked up from his wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of his tunic. I shouldn't ask. It's cruel, a part of me thought. But another, fiercer part knew I had to. I can't help him if I'm b

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

"I'm sorry that I have to go now, baby girl. But remember that Mommy loves you." "Can I go with you, Mommy?" BJ asked. "Can I see the little boy?" "Next time I'll bring King, and you two can play for as long as you want," I said. "But you have to promise to be good." She nodded enthusiastically. "I will be a good girl." I smiled sadly. "You already are a good girl." I passed her to Paul, who watched me as if he had much more to say. ~*~ Vampires can flash over small bodies of water, rivers, lakes, and streams, but we can't flash ourselves over oceans—hence the reason I took a Vampire-run airplane to Spain.

He was wearing a golden armor which Elizabeth reckoned was very heavy and thick, yet his muscles managed to bulge through. Elizabeth, who had just said Oliviér was the most intimidating Werewolf that she had met, swallowed. He did not have a pair of enchanting eyes like Oliviér, but his dark-red eyes were terrifyingly mesmerizing, having thin dark veins on the fair skin underneath his dark-red orbs. The thin veins were pumping with dark blood, and connected with his eyes. These types of Werewolves with veins underneath their eyes were immensely fearsome. They had very little control over their beast, they were more powerful than other Werewolves their ranking and their anger was one word…. L