Vampires Never Get Old Novels & Stories

"Oh yeah? How old are you? You look twenty-five. Maybe thirty." I chuckled. "Older than your father." Her eyes widened. "Then how do you look so young?" "I'm a vampire," I replied flatly. "We live far longer than werewolves—who start aging visibly after three hundred years." She snapped, "My dad doesn't look old!" "No," I agreed. "But the gray hairs are starting. That's ancient to me." She was furious. Good. "I've lived long," I continued coldly. "So long I've watched people be born and die in front of me. I've forgotten more names than you'll ever learn. Whatever you're imagining—delete it. This heart already belongs to someone."

"This is life! Go kill each other people!" I even clapped while yelling. Some of them are too old so it's really easy for a vampire to defeat them

Yet he had somehow gotten it. “Well, I was just curious.” “Yes yes, it is unusual to see an old vampire because vampires do not impurify the old. They believe oldee folks have already gotten to live their best lives and so they deem it uneccessary to convert them”—it was first time I had heard someone use a different word other than ‘impurify’ to describe to the process of human to vampire—“but I was a rather unique case, a curious lil fella a very long time ago. Well, my curiosity drove me to the wrong places and then I was met with a fate. Die right there, or live and get all the answers I wanted to know…”

But, this new reality I was inches away from fully getting to know was scaring me, I don't know why but I was getting afraid but it was something that terrified me without any reason to be given. The sweat covered my palms and my forehead, and the rate of my heartbeat increased. I felt my hand on the book loosening nonetheless I turned the next page. "The vampires who are transformed into Humans or Dhampirs do not age in the same way as humans, they do not age until they cross a hundred years and this period does not seem long to them as despite the changes in their bodies their minds remain in a structure like Vampire's one. Once they cross the first century living like a human, the memorie

I said, and he just laughed at me and waved his hand in front of him. "Go on. Just keep asking," he said, and just kept on eating some fries. "How old are you? They said vampires don't age. Is that true?" I asked him, and he laughed so hard, which caught other customers' attention. "Hahaha! What do you think of me? A hundred years old man? Just like in the books? Hahaha, of course, we're aging too, but just not as fast as humans do, and our souls it doesn't die that easily," he explained while wiping some tears of laughter from his eyes.

He asked. “You know about them?” He laughed, wiping a fake tear off his face, “Don’t let the young face fool you, I've been alive for as long as those old bastards” I looked at him, surprised, “guess, vampires really don't age.” “Haven't aged a day since I turned 20, and that was centuries ago” he shrugged casually. I nodded, “understood, about my ancestors….”

I said, and she stopped for a moment and then went back to work. "Vampires never bring good things," she said. "Do you know anything about vampires?" I asked. "I know that they have been hidden for hundreds of years, that their race is slowly disappearing. There are not many ancient vampires left who can turn humans into vampires, and those who do are powerless and rowdy, mostly they are killed by hunters," said the old Clio reflecting "If they have pushed themselves to attack a pack of wolves, it means that they are desperate".

she answered me. She told me all the information I already knew about how mates on the male`s special birthday before the clock struck midnight were supposed to meet whether by accident. Once they touched each other they would feel tingles all over their body. If they did not meet that meant they would meet on the male's next birthday or any day. She also told me about how werewolves were immortal meaning they could also get stuck at the age of 18 like vampires if they chose to or they could go on ageing.

I asked, shifting my gaze to meet his. “That was over ten centuries ago, my love-” “Yeah, but you don’t even know how old you really are. Vampires live forever, and bloodlines continue to exist, which is why they are called bloodlines." "Or," he interrupted. "It could just be another ring," he said, kissing my lips. "Remember, most vampires had them at one time." He leaned in again, kissing my nose with a fake pout. “I don’t like cold pizza.” I laughed, getting the message. I let it go and leaned back against him as he wrapped his arm around my waist again, and we returned to our pepperoni pizza.

he complained. "But I am old, young mutt. I am over a century years old," I deadpanned. I still had my eyes on the storm outside. The mutt gave me an incredulous look that I happened to catch from my peripheral. "Don't look so stupefied, wolf. Us vampires have long lifespans." "I know this, bloodsucker. I just thought you were at least twenty-five because you look so young." "It's just the way we age. I stopped ageing normally when I was ten. I will look to be the age of thirty-five when I become a hundred and fifty."