Vintage Vampire Novels & Stories

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

She raised her right hand while shouting, "Let's go! In the region of vampires! Tachyon-mode!" "Sure! Master Anna!" Jin replied while smiling ... Jin positioned his body for the sprint. He activated his tachyon-mode as his two hands held under Anna's smooth thighs for support. Swoosh !! They disappeared like bubbles. Whooooo ....! Anna happily clung tightly to Jin while enjoying Jin's run even faster than the speed of light. Moments later, they reached the entrance of the vampire region... The vampire region is a classy area made up of houses and establishments that you’ll only see in the year 1890. Every building here is made of bricks and expensive materials as well as the roads with lumin

“Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?” Flicker. Unclear. “Oh my God, I’m going to poison him.” Buzz. “That was sass,” I snapped. “I KNOW sass when I hear it. I slid an arm under Lucien’s shoulders and lifted him gently. His head lolled against my arm, heavy and limp. “You are NOT dying,” I whispered. “I did not come this far, survive a cheating spouse, a psychotic vampire, a haunted house, AND the world’s creepiest basement to lose you now.”

"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.

Xavier asked incredulously. “A very old vamp.” I responded dryly. "I thought vampires don't grow old," Nyra whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the macabre decor. "Some get transformed as old guys," I responded. "It happens. A mistake, or a perverse choice." A shuffling sound came from a darkened parlor. A figure emerged, leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden cane. He was ancient, his skin a roadmap of wrinkles, his white hair thin and wispy. But his eyes were sharp, a startlingly clear and venomous blue.

She rolls her eyes and starts again, her head snapping up. “You’re 123 years old?” “I guess I am, technically. That guy, I don’t know, based on the colour of his eyes I’d say he’s older than me. Most vampires have normal-looking eyes but the older they get, the more their irises turn red, and then slowly silver. That guy’s whole eye was silver.” She nods, trying to examine Alaric’s eyes; she can’t see any signs of him aging at all. She tries forcing herself to see something, even just one line spoiling his pale complexion, but there’s nothing.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

"Sometimes it's so easy to forget that I am kissing a vampire, except of course when your eyes is glowing like it's doing right now and your fangs are out. Just how old are you?" "A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age." She clicked her tongue, "help me out here," she pouted, "i can't really put a century on it. Most times you sound all medieval and the next you sound way too modern for my liking." He hummed, nodding his head, "well, I'm not your mediocre quintessential Renaissance vampire," "Oookay. That's if I even understand any of what those strings of words meant." "I'm pleased to see that you're no longer sulking."