Vintage Vampire Novels & Stories

He trailed his lips down to her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Willow." he said before releasing her hand and getting in the car. Willow placed her hands over her chest, her heart drumming against the bone as she watched the car drive off. That only confirmed it now. Dante was a Vampire, and somehow their lives are going to become intertwined. ----------

he said. "I'm not interested, you can go alone" I said. "Babe you need to stop all these, let's go" he said. "Maybe I should continue with my questions" he added. "No, don't, let's go" I said and we both went out to where his car was parked, we entered and he zoomed off. In the Vampires world Prince Albert "Why is my mate not back?" I asked the elders. "My prince she might be having a tough time getting the seventh prey" one of them replied.

Of shit, I died and went to hell. "Far from it," the soothing voice beckoned me as I stood. I wore a deep crimson dress, one fit for a vampire's mate in some sort of dark Victorian romance. My hand traced the intricate designs, feeling the tiny ribbons of gold threading and the long sheer sleeves of the dress. My finger pricked something too sharp, and my finger began to bleed. Before I could panic, the blood that had slipped between my finger stopped and the scratch healed.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

Mr. Haven walked through the dimly lit corridors of the ancient vampire sanctuary, his mind filled with questions and uncertainty. He had sought an audience with Lucius Nightshade, a renowned vampire senior known for his wisdom and knowledge. Lucius was said to have a deep understanding of the complexities of vampire existence and the intricacies of memory. As Mr. Haven approached the grand chamber where Lucius resided, a sense of anticipation and nervousness washed over him. The chamber was adorned with elegant tapestries depicting centuries of vampire history, and the air carried a faint scent of old books and ancient secrets.

the region become engineered with strong rock with a library, wine cellar, and meals garage and used vintage candlesticks for lighting, giving a decrepit medieval atmosphere—in exceptional words, substantially filled with a vampire style. Isabella had already long passed to the mattress withinside the room he assigned to her. Originally, he had taken into consideration imparting the basement to her who did not like sunlight. but Raven did now no longer do that. As a result, the object earlier than his eyes did now no longer allow the life of vampires withinside the basement. injured into the ground, this item becomes a vampire's weak spot rivalling sunlight. Namely, a pass. Standing at a til

The book was adapted for film in Sweden in 2008 and in the United States as Let Me In in 2010. Vampires also enjoyed popularity as unlikely action heroes. Blade, a half-vampire superhero who first appeared in comic books, was the focus of three films (1998, 2002, 2004). Another popular film series, Underworld (2003, 2006, 2009, 2012), explored an ongoing war between vampires and werewolves. Dracula himself (known instead as “Alucard”—Dracula spelled backward) even became an action hero in the Japanese manga and anime Hellsing. Angel, the vampire with a soul and the love interest of Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s title character, became the star of his own spin-off television series in which he a

The people I grew up with keep a drawer for two holes in a throat, with a name in it. By tonight my father's phone rings, and by tomorrow the council that sent children into the woods with the wrong ammo is interrogating the one creature for a hundred miles who could probably tell them what this really was if they’d only listen. What has my life become? I’m going to stand up for a vampire now? I keep my voice down, so only Dax can hear. "We need to go to Vintage. As soon as possible." His jaw sets. "It's not him." "I know it's not him. He hasn't fed on a person in fifty years, and even if he relapsed he wouldn't leave her in a ditch, he'd have her home by midnight convinced it was her idea.”

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

“What? Of course not, I love David. I would never do anything to hurt him.” Candice took a long look at Kayden Edwards. A hundred-year-old vampire with a mop of black hair and deep blue eyes that felt like seduction itself. He was tall and of average build. She could see a glimpse of why her brother was so obsessed with this vampire. He was a sexual magnet.