Vintage Vampire Novels & Stories

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

" Omega Simon instructed me to inform you about the Vampires—" He stretches his hands stopping the older man from continuing. He looks at me for a second too long, then fixes his gaze back at the older man. " Tell Simon that I'll see him soon," Zade instructs and the man bows again before leaving. There are too many things I am worrying about to have to worry about the Vampires. Everyone thought they had been extinct for years till a few months ago when a six-years-old body was found nailed on a shop door at the market. She had a bite on her neck, a fractured spine, and a message carved on her body saying, 'We are back.'

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

The room went dead silent. Every head turned toward the back. He stepped out of the shadows like he owned the darkness itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, black hair falling to his shoulders, skin like marble. His eyes were blood-red and ancient. Lord Lucian Voss. Even I had heard the name whispered in fear. One of the oldest vampires on the continent. Ruthless. Untouchable. No one bid against him. The gavel slammed down. “Sold.” Two vampire guards grabbed my arms and dragged me off the stage. I didn’t fight. What was the point? I was already dead.

"I need to tell you something, I need you to then go out lock the door firmly and break it to Dante gently then you will get me what I need" "Okay, what do you need?" he asked. "Blood, I need blood" "Like, a blood transfusion?" she asked in confusion. "No, I need to drink it" he said. "what?" "I died back then, I really died. Dracaryx brought me back to life by turning me into a vampire." "Vampires are real?" "Yes, the whole Vitale family are vampires." he said. He opened his mouth and showed her his fangs.

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

With the most apologetic voice I could muster, I mumbled, “Sorry.” No one calls it their ‘man parts’. Also, he’s two thousand years old? My mind was going everywhere, but at the fact that I was at the mercy of a, possibly, murderous vampire. I should be afraid of him. But because of the realization that he could be vulnerable too, he didn’t come off too daunting as he should. “I would appreciate it if you refrain from doing that again,” he continued to say, sounding more irritated this time. “Your blood is unlike I have ever tasted before, but I will not hesitate to take drastic measures if this adorable rebellion of yours continues.”

I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it. “Do you know who we are, witch?” Said the second male vampire and I could tell that he was much younger than the first, his English accent less prominent in his voice. The second male had the same raven hair as the first, though his reached the apex of his back; a similar central parting but without the shortness as the sides. He was as slim as the first, with piercing amber eyes much like that of the older vampire; his stance on witches clear to be nothing other than distain, especially towards me. He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that cov

he said and Pocco was still puzzled everything he was talking about was not apparent. Blake knew that if he and Evangeline will choose to be together, she will only hurt her, the fact that once a vampire turned 30 their look will stop like that... their looks will never grow old after that and they will never die with that look, and as an immortal, the pain would never go away when the one he loved died. Same with a human who would grow older, thinking that while Evangeline's face starting to wrinkle, he could be with her that long because people around them will begin to be suspicious and the fact that he didn't want to have future children that would be possibly going to be just like him,

I asked cautiously, aware that the topic might seem unfamiliar to him. Edmond furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nosferatu vampires? No, I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. I nodded, understanding his response. "They are a secretive and reclusive group of vampires known for their nocturnal activities and aversion to sunlight," I explained. "We've come across some information that suggests they might be involved in certain mysterious incidents in Crescentville, including your mother's disappearance." Edmond's eyes widened in surprise. "Vampires? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel," he said, disbelief evident in his voice.