Young Adult Vampire Novels & Stories

In an isle he placed Melany down but she did not yet approach Annette. "Honey, its mommy" "But, you're a vampire now..." Annette felt her soul almost leave her, if she still had a soul "Its still me my dear" Vlad pushed Melany to her mother and Annette embraced her, but her eyes came to him behind the girls back "What are you doing?" Vlad watched the two hold each other and sighed "I can't make her into a vampire yet, she's too young, biting her now would mean she will remain in the body of a five year old for the rest of her eternity"

“we are not kids. We can deal with this.” Nico froze. Only then did he realize he had been worrying about them like a father would his child. He really didn’t want them to get hurt in any way possible. “I know you guys are grown-ups but in vampire age you guys are babies. After a hundred I can consider you an adult,” he mumbled. Hunter chuckled and Issac pouted. “we are not sure we will live that long,” Nicolai snapped his head his way. “What do you mean? Don’t talk like that. you guys will live til thousand,”

“What?! I’m only 19!” Maya laughed, then came closer and whispered in my ear: “Iris… here… your age is like the other vampires.” I asked her: “And how old are they?” She smiled: “One hundred and eighteen years old.” I froze. “O… one hundred?!” She laughed: “Iris, vampires are the youngest among us. I’m two hundred years old.” I put my hand over my mouth and felt the world suddenly become bigger than I had imagined.

The frail-looking girl muttered shyly. "So wait...you're almost...40 years old?" Scarlett asked, astonished at her youth still a young premature teenager. "Beta Vamps don't physically age, we somewhat age slower. Look at your uncle, he still looks 23 yet he's as old as this Town's founders," Gadiel elaborated. Scarlett couldn't help but let out a chortle and shared with the Vamps. They were all acting like one family. She took a blissful sigh of everything around her before going along with the games. Surely this was a content moment for her.

“Let the music roar. Let’s all live fast and hard before our van gets blown up, considering my luck!” “Don’t say that, please, Lady Ollivara. I’m superstitious,” the vampire from the passenger seat murmured in displeasure as he poked his head around his seat to glare at me. He looked at me as if he’d met me before and I’d wronged him, but I didn’t recall that I’d met him anywhere. Vampires mostly all looked young and pretty, like supermodels, but this vampire appeared old, like he was in his early fifties. He was the oldest-looking vampire I’d met so far. I’d ask the other vampires how old he actually was behind his back, not to be mean but to satisfy my curiosity.

As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin. "Great you've all seen my eyes. Are we done?" They're still looking at me with their jaw dropped. "My cousin has been abducted by vampires. What do we do to save her and kill those bloodsuckers once and for all?" I am loving the confidence in my voice, sixteen year old me would be impressed.

Jude said. “Why are these people missing? Why are they taking these people?” Dad asked. “They’re only taking young people. Teens and early 20’s. Dad, I think whoever is doing this is creating an army. Those missing people are probably in transition right now.” I said. “To become vampires.” Dad said. “They are definitely making an army.” Jude said.

"Why have me sign that contract and stay here?" Federico couldn't tell Hailey the truth—that he believed he may carry his chosen blood. That's what made her special. Every vampire had their own unique chosen blood—blood that was more flavorful and powerful to that vampire. The odds of finding the exact carrier were incredibly low. That's why as soon as Federico suspected Hailey might contain his chosen blood, he had insisted she stay by his side. But Federico couldn't just keep Hailey as a blood pet—not in this day and age. With social media and how much more advanced police gadgets had gotten, that would almost certainly lead to mortals uncovering the truth about the existence of vampires.

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h