Victorian Vampires Novels & Stories

Fangs bared, eyes glowing with mindless hunger. “No…” Damien stepped back, heart — cold and dead for centuries — somehow still breaking. “Not you.” Viktor lunged with centuries of speed. Damien barely dodged, rolling across the wet grass. They clashed in a blur of claws and fangs. For every strike Damien landed, Viktor’s superior age gave him the edge. In the end, Damien drove a silver scalpel — stolen from the lab — straight through his sire’s heart. Viktor gasped, eyes clearing for one final moment. “You… were always… my greatest pride.”

But to her surprise, a vampire Master was her mate. By that time, Victoria had become the Queen of all vampires. She had expanded her father's territory across the world. It was the blood moon. Victoria left the kingdom to attend a meeting of all the vampire masters. As always, her two sisters were with her. Victoria was locked inside the meeting room with all the vampire masters. Valeria decided to take a walk as she was bored locked inside the room she was given. Sitting under the light of the moon, Valeria was staring at the sky, thinking about the moment she would get her mate by her side. She wanted to get married and get away from Lindsey. Lindsey always bullied her for being born as a

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

"Alex, you're really stupid. You don't know anything about the world. You just live in your own ignorance and indifference. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You don't care what will happen to humanity if this group succeeds in their plan. Victoria said in an angry voice. Alex smiled sarcastically without answering Victoria's words. To Alex, everything Victoria said was just talk. How could he believe it, the Echelon Clan had been wiped out. Where would they find pure vampire blood these days? "I will bring you to my side anyway." Victoria attacked again. Victoria unleashed an onslaught of attacks on Alex. She used every skill she had. She attacked with her hands, her feet, her teeth

The desecrated-grave rituals had also rankled the Catholic church; in the late 1700s, Pope Benedict XIV proclaimed that vampires were "fallacious fictions of human fantasy." Over the following century, a growing number of creative works would offer a fresh fantasy, giving vampires a major image makeover. Stories like 1819's The Vampyre by John Polidori (written as part of an infamous creative challenge that would also beget his friend Mary Shelley's Frankenstein), Carmilla, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu's 1872 serial about a female vampire, and Dracula captivated audiences with romantic tales of gothic horror and charming, often well-heeled monsters. Varney the Vampire, another popular Victorian-e

She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on telepathically asking, “Where are you?” “I am surrounded by vampires, but they’ve yet to touch me. I don’t know how long that will last, though. They taunt me hourly.” “Vampires?” she exclaimed in her mind. “What century are you in? Can you tell?” “These damnable creatures tend to favor the Victorian era for dress, but I’ve seen a few in Viking attire as well. I can’t be sure.” “I will come for you soon. Margaret has promised to help just as soon as we deal with Louella. Do your best to find out where you are.”

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"

No human was a match for the two together. "I don't think you are aware of the situation here," Francis seethed to both of them. "Human girls are going missing by the day. It's mass femicide! They are being murdered by vampires in the area, and it is him," Francis pointed at Sol, "Who is the culprit?" Serin scoffed, "I can assure you that my friend has had no part in the tragedies of what has been happening. Neither of us drinks from living humans. We collect the blood from willing participants only. They are blood donors."

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.