Vampires Novels & Stories

I say looking down, my hair almost covering my face. "They're not called nightcrawlers. They are blood suckers that are been created a long way back. History tells that it all started from the time when a witch created the werewolves. A malfunction was done by the spell and so a bloodsucker, an abomination of nature was created. They're called Vampires." He says and I gasps. Vampires? Hmm. Like the movie Twilight? I look up at him , his face deadly serious. He is certainly not joking and I certainly need to believe that the weird guy in the movie can be a creature in real life that sucks blood from people and even werewolves.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

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.

And everyone started screaming while the rain started to fall fallowed by lightning's while the surroundings suddenly turns dark. Waylan just stood up and watch what is happening. "What is happening!" everyone asked. And from that burned mountain you can see creatures running going towards humans. They are the vampires who live from the burning mountain. They attack humans out of anger. "No!" Waylan murmured when one vampire attacked her.

Then, a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield: “Guys—don’t be shy. Grab yourselves a snack.” Harpies shrieked in horror as hundreds of vampires appeared from nowhere on the batterfiled. Unlike wolves, they could fly—fast, merciless, and hungry. Vampires pounced on harpies, piercing their skin with fangs to drink them dry. Piercing screams of harpies filled the air, and they rushed to leave the fight, trying to escape the death.

Identifying vampires While most people can name several elements of vampire lore, there are no firmly established characteristics. Some vampires are said to be able to turn into bats or wolves; others can't. Some are said not to cast a reflection, but others do. Holy water and sunlight are said to repel or kill some vampires, but not others. The one universal characteristic is the draining of a vital bodily fluid, typically blood. One of the reasons that vampires make such successful literary figures is that they have a rich and varied history and folklore. Writers

A loss of a purine base here, a repositioning of a hydrogen atom there, and ta-da: Vampyres feed exclusively on blood, are wimps with the sun, and are constantly on edge about extinction; Weres are faster, stronger, (I assume) hairier, and they worship violence. But neither of us can whip out our magic wand and lift a sixty-pound suitcase on top of a rack, or find out the Powerball numbers in advance—or turn into bats. At least, Vampyres don’t. I don’t know enough about the Weres to get offended on their behalf.

I asked cautiously, aware that the topic might seem unfamiliar to him. Edmond furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nosferatu vampires? No, I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. I nodded, understanding his response. "They are a secretive and reclusive group of vampires known for their nocturnal activities and aversion to sunlight," I explained. "We've come across some information that suggests they might be involved in certain mysterious incidents in Crescentville, including your mother's disappearance." Edmond's eyes widened in surprise. "Vampires?