Witch And Vampire Book Novels & Stories

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings. I picked the first book I could lay my hands on and opened it to the chapter where vampires were discussed. "I guess you love fairy tales," I turned to see a young man, dressed in a black suit. His hands were in his pocket as he was grinning widely at me. I cocked my eyebrow. "Vampires aren't necessarily classified as fairy tales" I corrected him. "You could say so. I mean they're different, strange, and strong. They ain't human"

“It was supposed to be the other way around.” She smiled back. “You saved me, too,” she said. But before the two of them could collect themselves, suddenly, there was another crash. They turned to see, in the far corner of the church, several more windows get shattered. She could not believe it. Who could it be now? In flew Kyle, Sergei, and Kendra. The three of them spread throughout the air, each holding unusual weapons, and flying right for them. At the same time, the huge doors opened from the rear of the church, and in poured hundreds of new vampires, all clearly loyal to Kyle.

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

I added, tugging the book back towards me. I flipped through the pages, careful not to tear the fragile paper, and then I spun it back around so that both Skye and Kathrena could see. “Here. Look, it says about balance. It talks about Light and Dark Vampires, even, and says that in all things, there is balance. But not everything is balanced within one species, like with vampires.” “Well, what does that mean?” Skye frowned.

When I returned home, my entire body collapsed with exhaustion, as if my soul had been drained from me. I sank onto the sofa, one hand resting on my abdomen, silent tears streaming down my face. Lowering my gaze, I looked at the twin blood sigils glowing within the detection crystal and could only think how cruel fate could be. We had been bound for so long. I had wanted to give him a child. But vampires cannot conceive naturally. To force conception through witchcraft meant enduring excruciating pain and an unbearably long process. Dominic Costa had always said it didn’t matter whether we had children—that even without them, he would give me all his love.

If this was what he went through to get information, then I quit. I couldn’t keep up. I shoved the remaining books away, ready to give up. “I’d just let him do it himself then—” My words halted as my eyes landed on an older book. I hadn’t even noticed it until now. Slowly, I pulled it closer and flipped through the pages until I reached the section I cared about. “…Capturing a vampire… capable of hurting a daywalker… the pure woods…” My wolf leapt inside me as the words echoed in my head.

“You see, at that time witches existed. They lived amongst the humans and had a tenuous relationship with the wolf shifters. But the vampires? They hunted the witches.” “Why?” “King Michael thought the magic the witches wielded was dangerous. He wanted to control the witches by preventing them from using their magic. When he started capturing them, he realized our blood itself was magical.” I lean forward wanting to hear more of the story. “He discovered that if a vampire were to drink witch blood that they would be given an extra burst of energy–temporarily,” Miss Willow explains. “Aside from that, witch blood is addictive to vampires. They like it more than human or shifter blood. Maybe it

Books that fit her exact criteria were few and far between. Nonetheless, Caitlin settled on a half dozen titles, books on the history of the vampire, scholarship debunking myth, archaeological evidence of vampires, and archaeological searches for vampire races. She printed out the catalog numbers and hurried to the librarian’s desk, handing the list to the clerk. The clerk took it without a word and studied the titles. She then looked up at Caitlin with an expression of distaste. Caitlin flushed, embarrassed, realizing what she must be thinking. She probably thought she was some sort of crank invading a library for serious scholars.

“I’m glad you like reading it. It’s pretty damn long. I have enough to do. I didn’t feel like going over all the pages, especially when it’s just talking about vampires.” “Vampires started with two witches—ones that were in love.” “That’s one story. The other is a greedy coven sought more power.” “What do you believe?” “I don’t care. I just wonder why this witch was holding on to these papers and what it means to her.” “I swear I feel like I’ve read this before. Perhaps I’m just mixing this all up with my paranormal romance books.” “What books?” “In my twenties, I was obsessed with a vampire romance series.”