Victorian Horror Novels Novels & Stories

Its head lobbed forward then, its eyes closing, the life leaving it. Victoria threw one of the knives down onto the ground where it clattered loudly against the stone. “Damn it all!” Valentin felt her fear keenly, but he internalized his own. It chilled him to the bone though, even as he restrained his shivering. The two looked at each other. “He could be lying,” Valentin said, a fool’s hope. “He’s not,” Victoria said. “We both know that. The increase in vampire attacks. The way they hunt Zora so relentlessly. Now even attacking the school. The vampires are stirring, becoming organized again. If that bastard has woken up this soon…”

Kristi moved toward the row of spruce, separating the boughs with her hands and getting ready to step to between them. Three shadowy figures moved easily through the dark woods, heading south and east. There were few paths here, but they weaved their way effortlessly among the leafless trees, making almost no sound. They could have moved faster—much faster—but they had no need for haste. The leader was a woman, short in stature, with full lips and black hair cut just below her chin. She looked to be in her twenties, but she was older, much older. Her name was Victoria, and she was nearly four hundred years old. She was a vampire. Victoria had been turned by an eccentric Austrian nobleman in

Viktor's eyes fell back on the Xs painted over the doors of the deserted street, and he realized that the smallpox had left no one alive there for him to witness the end of his life. He turned to face Erich and the undead Herwin again, reasoning that he was far more likely to pass between them than between the burly body snatchers. But then it was too late and he had them all on top of him, rough hands gripping him as the dead stench of him made her nauseous. Viktor raised his eyes as high as he could for fear of having to stare into the soulless pits of the corpse's eye sockets. He struck out and recoiled in disgust as his fingers dug into soft clay-textured flesh.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

He finally held on tight and then carried her to the bed and made love to her. Amy held him long into the night. The last words Victoria spoke that fateful night were haunting her. "I am now damned." That was why Victoria was afraid of being a vampire. She thought she would be damned. Amy realized the church played a vital role during that century, but how could Victoria think Marcus was damned? He was so good. Amy hated her, hated Victoria with every fiber of her being. She began crying softly. Marcus gathered her into his arms. "Shhhh, I wish you didn't need to know, but I'm afraid Victoria will hate you as much as she hates me and I must keep you safe."

"Victor, how could someone like Mrs. Hope—a public figure known for her kindness—meet such a tragic end? What could have led to this?" A shadow crossed Victor's face, his voice laced with suspicion. "Sandra, I suspect the Nosferatu vampires are involved. Their presence has grown in Crescentville, and rumors of their sinister deeds have circulated. They thrive on chaos, preying on fear and despair. It's possible they had a hand in Mrs. Hope's disappearance and the tragic fate that befell her." A surge of anger and protectiveness surged through me, both as Sandra and as the wolf within. The mere mention of the Nosferatu vampires set my blood boiling. From what I had gathered about them, they w

“I thought maybe you’d been looking at them and wondered why they weren’t put back properly, since you’re usually so careful with them.” Viktor shook his head. “I haven’t had time to look at them in weeks.” He strode across the room and plucked a book from Stephan hand, checking the title. It was Lycanthropy. Raising the book to his nose, he took a sniff. A faint trace of Adriana's scent remained. Grimly, he clenched the book in his hand. “I think we have a problem.” ********