Vampiric Ghost Novels & Stories

The ghost asked casually, while appearing to be pacing the floor. "What? Like the human who turns into a giant man-wolf during a full moon?" Miranda demanded, but she didn't let the ghost answer, "yeah I've heard about it. So much so that people write books about young girls falling in love with them, and those books have so much smut, its ridiculous." Miranda laughed. It was now the ghost's turn to send Miranda a deadpan look. "What?" Miranda asked when she noticed the look. "And what do you think of vampires?" The ghost continued to quiz.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

He shut his eyes, not wishing to see the monster I was. "Look at me!" I growled, morphing back to human. He needed to trust me first. When he opened his eyes I put him down, maintained social distance and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, flashed a warm friendly smile, "am a newly turned vampire, I don't want to kill anyone, so I choose to drink blood without harming innocent people like you doctor. So, here is what we are going to do!" I moved toward him in a blink of an eye. Compulsion was the best way out, "you are going to get me twenty bags of blood in the trash can outside the exit. Forget I was here!" He shut his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, I had

Despite this, I couldn't help but glance at her since I couldn't help but be intrigued. She cautioned me not to look, but I was powerless to avoid doing so. I was unaware that he was also searching for something. When our eyes connected, I was reminded of how I felt when we initially made eye contact. It's not right that I'm feeling this way. They take me into the depths of his will and consume me completely. It was odd, and I could hear people whispering in the distance. All of the neighboring areas were shrouded in darkness. In this enormous space, I am by myself. When I turned my head, all I could see was pitch dark. Alterations are coming about in a short time.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

She tried to get her neck free from Ethan’s grip with her both hands but his grip got stronger. Alice almost choked to death. In the sky, the cloud started moving a bit faster now letting some moonlight reach the earth. As the moonlight fell on Ethan his grip got weaker and finally, Alice got herself free from Ethan and fell on the ground a few steps away from Ethan. She coughed terribly. She saw Ethan and was shocked to see his fangs. Ethan has turned into his vampire form.

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

He emerged from the shadows, into a massive cavernous dungeon. The air was cold, smelling of old decay. The anchor was hanging in the middle of the room over a black water pit. It was a great big beating heart, all of crystallized, glowing blood. Dozenous powerful, throbbing magical arteries were attached to the crystal heart, leading straight to the coastal barrier. Four huge Vampire Executioners stood under the heart, their bodies grotesquely twisted by dark magic. Jace didn't hesitate. He was the Vanguard's deadly ghost.

"You're the Alpha. She's just a ghost who hasn't accepted her burial." I nodded, let her guide me down the corridor. But my gaze kept drifting back to the empty space where Lumira had stood, where she had caught a dagger mid-air and returned it without looking, where she had dismissed me like a servant dismissed from a room. A revenant. Yes. That was easier. But revenants didn't command moon-dragons. Ghosts didn't make the mate bond scream with recognition. Ghosts didn't look at you with the absolute certainty that you were already dead to them, and they were simply waiting for you to realize it.

Another roar, much closer. “The Library doesn't like violence,” the ghost said. “You both should go. Now.” “But we had a deal. My memory—” “Later,” The ghost started to fade. “If you survive. Big if.” The pool in the middle started to bubble. Something was climbing out. Something with Victor's voice but not Victor's shape. “Run,” the ghost whispered, nearly gone. “Get out now.” A hand burst from the pool—wolf fur and metal plates. Then an arm. Then a head that was Victor's face stretched over a metal skull, his eyes replaced with red lights.