Vintage Vampire Novels & Stories

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

As he looked at me with his dark, ruddy eyes, his expression was that of one looking at an insect they were trying to dissect. His clothes were also dark, but dirty and aged; not is in they were from another century or he didn’t take a bath, but dusty and moth eaten, like he’d gotten them out of a long-lost closet or something. The most off-putting thing was, he only looked like he was a year or two older than me. If what people say was true, the ones turned when still young were the craziest of all the vampires. How is it possible that this day went from bad to worse?

Nothing was going to stop her today. "Of course, I'm the hell raiser remember" She said with a hint of her seductive edge that makes her who she is now. Cassandra reached for the door but it swung open itself. A female vampire in a beautiful light purple gown dashed by them using immortal speed. Cassandra didn't recognize her and proceeded to stroll in with Kellan close behind.

Riley shivers. "Answer my question," I say simply. He coughs. "There is no one else," "You'd better reach for your gun." "Pardon?" "You are going to die now. I assume you prefer to die fighting.," "Miss Perne--" "I am five thousand years old." He blinks. "What?" I give him my full, uncloaked gaze, which I have used in the past--alone--to kill. "I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off."

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Even the woman faltered, nearly losing her footing at the sight. “That’s impossible,” the bearded elder said, nearly losing his breath. “There hasn’t been a vampire sighting in centuries.” “But that doesn’t mean they’re gone,” Valentine said, her tone sharp and instructive. “And what makes you so sure of that?” the woman snapped, trying to regain control of the room. Valentine didn’t flinch. Instead, she raised a brow and smirked. “Because I fought one.” She lifted her shirt, revealing the place where the vampire’s claws had stabbed into her side. Though the wound had healed, it had left behind a crescent-shaped scar.

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.

Elder vampires are difficult to kill because they burn in sunlight considerably more slowly than ascending vampires, yet they are far faster and stronger than rising vampires. 'Vampire of the ancient period are between the ages of 700 and 900 years. They are the most powerful of the non-Original vampire types. These vampires could be slain in the same way as all the other vampires, and they could be killed by an Original Vampire without the need of firearms.'

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.