Vintage Vampire Novels & Stories

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

Some stayed and became part of the village, and the committee asked some to leave. Today, she would have a good chat with Saffron and put her right about a few things. Yes, this village was different, but the beings who lived here were looking for peace. They had lived their human lives as best they could, but things had gone wrong - in some cases drastically, and they ended up here with a second chance. Take Clint, for instance. He was a vampire. Now the only Vampire Edyth had seen Christopher Lee in the 1970s Hammer horror movies, oh and Peter Cushing. It was all capes and top hats and ethereal Victorian maidens who wouldn't say boo to a goose. Now Clint wasn't like that. He wouldn't be se

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

As I looked at him, I was drawn into a memory. Flashback "Do you know the difference between a Revenant and a vampire, Natalie?" My mother asked as I pulled my hair up. She was concerned that I wouldn't be ready for my 18th birthday in a year. "A vampire must be bitten by another vampire to become a Revenant, whereas a Revenant is an avenging person brought back to life to kill. The Revenant requires the aid of a witch in order to resurrect from the dead" I said as she smiled, pleased with my response.

Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed. The 450 year old vampire was smitten with the well-preserved sensuality of the conservative businesswoman. She had proven most receptive to his anal impalements and her blood was so pure that it was almost like the delicate taste of an untouched virgin. He stroked her beautiful long silky hair resting with exotic temptation on her hauntingly white unblemished skin.

He's still as young and handsome as before, isn't he? As soon as Aurora finished speaking, both she and Maris burst into laughter. Vampires not only possess immortality but even their appearance is never affected by time. If Harvey had the characteristics of a pureblood vampire and kept the mature, elegant features of a thirty-year-old man, Maris and Samson seemed more childish than he was. When they became vampires, they were only twenty years old. However, because Maris always likes to wear heavy makeup, she looks older than her neighbor Samson.

“She didn’t suffer any ill effects?” “Just the usual for a new vampire.” The old vampire nodded slowly. “I am given to understand that she is your first bride?” “Yes.” “How old are you?” “Six hundred and thirty four.” “Strange. I have never met a vampire that didn’t visit the curse upon another. I myself have over a hundred brides and three hundred sons. I lost track, of course, but they’re all special to me.”

she said, “or when emotion overwhelms restraint, the red rises.” Mae swallowed audibly. “The shade tells you everything,” the Ancient One continued. “Newly turned vampires flash bright crimson—thin, unstable, almost glowing. Hunger rules them.” She turned her head slightly. “Lower-ranking vampires darken with time,” she said. “Brick-red. Rusted. Thickened by obedience, fear, and survival.” Then her eyes shifted. The red that surfaced was deep. Heavy. Like old wine steeped in memory. “High-ranking vampires,” she said softly, “do not merely turn red.”

"How did you stop Cassius Vane? He's a vampire. He's centuries old. You're a half-breed who didn't even know she had wings." Cressida's jaw tightened. "I hit him with ice." "Ice?" "A spike. Through his shoulder. He couldn't move." The elders exchanged glances. Elder Marlow leaned back. "You expect us to believe that a half-griffin. untrained, unblooded...defeated a vampire of Cassius Vane's age and power?" "I don't expect you to believe anything," Cressida said. "I'm telling you what happened." The room literally went silent.

The male vampire's broad chest quickly got in the way. "Are you deaf? After all, I'm not a creature you can eat easily!" "Who's trying to eat you, Miss Sweetie?" The male vampire's finger lifted Ruby's chin. Ruby's hat-covered gaze was instantly fixed on the vampire's identity. The skin was deathly pale. A temple-to-cheek vein that looked like cracked glass. Blazing red eyeballs. Ruby wondered where she had seen this familiar face. Memory led to the blackboard in the break room.