Vampires Garden Novels & Stories

"Something's happening at the eastern garden." "Eastern garden?" I repeated groggily, still shaking off sleep. "What eastern garden?" "The seeds you carried," Matthias explained impatiently. "They're growing." Fully awake now, I hurriedly dressed and followed my younger brother, Maison, close behind. The eastern section of the compound had been set aside for the vampire refugees, including Tobias and his followers. As we approached, I could see a small crowd gathered around what appeared to be a freshly turned patch of earth. "I didn't plant anything yet," I murmured to Maison, confusion slowing my steps.

Within minutes, it was over. Silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The garden, once a haven of peace, was now littered with bodies, the white stone paths slick with blood. The lilies—pure, delicate—had been stained crimson at their roots, their petals splattered with gore. And the vyreleaf, the prize they had come for, stood untouched in the moonlight. Its dark green leaves trembled gently in the breeze, as if mocking the carnage around it.

It now feels more alive. Even though there were currently no living beings living in it because Reinhard and Alexis were not at home. You know what that means. Apart from Damien and Ginny, who were now vampires, the people Eve saw working as gardeners, maids, cleaners, and even security guards standing at the front gate were all Damien's shadow troops. For those in charge of maintaining the beauty of the garden, servants, and also the cleaners, the ghouls took on the task because it seemed easy.

As always. The ancient vampire gardens—forgotten and overgrown—were tucked into the cliffs near the back of the estate, a place no one visited anymore. Isolde liked it here. Vines coiled around rusted iron fences, moonflowers bloomed even before dusk, and the sound of the sea murmured against the stone far below. She wandered along the crumbling paths, cloak billowing behind her in the soft breeze, eyes drawn to the sea’s edge—where something felt… off.

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

I whisper, just loud enough for Kai and Dylan to hear, “we don’t fight unless absolutely necessary. Eyes open. Magic down.” Dylan nods. “No glitter bombs. Got it.” Kai glances at him. “Still not funny.” “A little funny.” I bite back a smile. “Focus.” The path winds through tangled forest and ancient ruins, leading us deeper into the old vampire stronghold. The closer we get, the heavier the air becomes, thick with blood and death. After a final bend, we see it: the outer gates of Vize’s estate. Black iron, wrapped in thorns that glint with silver specs. Beyond it, a spiraling manor built into the mountain’s side, half castle, half cathedral, with towers stretching like fangs into the sky. T

Hunter weapons did not work on a vampire as rare as Death. The halls were silent, save for the clicking of our careful steps and heavy breathing. Mr and Mrs Veneziano seemed to know what they were doing, so did my parents. All we needed to do, was make sure we did exactly as we were told. Of course Haydon and I were not known for such things, and secretly, Haydon had decided to think up his own plan, and I did the same, neither one of us uttering our plan to one another or to our parents. Both, uttering a secret goodbye with each step we took, further into my home. This had to end here. Soon, Haydon and I caught a hold of Death’s scent and immediately we gave each other a look.

“Remember you owe me a dance, Sweetheart.” “I did forget you not.” Turning a smile to him and waving my hand, a purple rose vine crept in from the window and directed to Vander’s direction. All vampires possess abilities that are common and different from each other, and mine’s the capability of controlling plants that only grows abundantly in a certain place.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

~Valeria~ "The smoke bomb residue," Caius announced, setting the dish down carefully after a long series of investigation. "It contains dark vine sap." I blinked. "From the look on your face, I assume it’s a terrible thing?" "Dark vine only grows in one place, Val." He pushed his glasses up, and I caught the exhaustion in his eyes. "Ancient werewolf cemeteries. The kind that have been abandoned for centuries. The dead are practically alive."