Vampires A Novels & Stories

"What exactly does that mean?" Amy took a deep breath. "Leo and I have been working on a cure for vampirism," Amy said, then added, "Dhampirs are a combination of vampires and humans. We've discovered that dhampir blood cures vampirism." "You can make vampires human again?" "Not yet," Amy said, folding her hands. "So far, we can make vampires into creatures similar to dhampirs. They can go out into the sunlight and have all the powers of vampires, but they aren't human."

I watched in amusement as she walked away, sighting her fake butt job. "What did she mean by specialty?", I asked, all my senses attuned to where Vanir's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin as I tried to regather my wits. "Vampires come here to seek a sexual high by feeding", Vanir said and I gasped, definitely from his words and not the fact that a finger of his just brushed my nipple. "Humans volunteer for that", Vanir added. "Why would one do that?", I asked, my mind heady as his chocolate scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me as I squirmed on his lap.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

She chuckled. “Yes, we do that too. But we are here to serve them a greater purpose. We fill them with their supply of blood. Also, vampires don’t share blood with other vampires. So, the humans you’ve seen so far, belong to someone here. Usually, the ones they are closer to or walking with…” I thought about the girl I saw the other day on our way to the vamp house for breakfast. She looked like she had just come back from swimming, and she was walking behind a vampire. Both of them were looking at me but then they disappeared into the woods.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Father Zachary had probably never heard such an absurd question in his life. So when someone he barely knew asked such a question, he was completely shocked. "What? What do you mean by the question?" Zach asked, sounding confused about what Vincent meant. Vincent became confused about how to correct it. "Uh, I... I just want to know what a vampire is." Vincent repeated it hesitantly. Zach nodded slightly, even though he was still unsure. “Vampires are just imaginary characters, Vince. That's someone's creation in a comic to scare little children," Zach answered Vincent. Vincent frowned slightly, then sat in his chair, facing Zach.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.