Young Adult Vampire Novels & Stories

My parents were already standing where they normally did for meetings and I searched for Adrian but didn't see him. Oh no. Sarah and I struggled to push ourselves to the front and we were able to. I could see 5 of our hunters use extended hardened metal cords to hold the vampire out. He was binded by his arms and legs, his clothes torn. He had very pale skin, almost unnaturally so. His facial features were sharp and gave him a mysterious and attractive look. He had high cheekbones that made his face look sculpted and chiseled. His jawline was angular, defined, and stood out, adding to his vampire-like appearance.

he explained She blinked “seriously cant you like growl or something” she said Making him laugh “i have never growled in my nine hundred and something years of existence” he said “Nine hundred...!” she stared wide eyed “yes thats why your hypnotism doesn’t work on me, im going to go out on a limb and say you’ve never met anyone over two fifty” he said chuckling as he said it She thought about it besides the asshole that had taken her she hadn’t really asked for ages but, yes the vampire that had held her and mavery had been about two fifty

As soon as they die, they turn into a burnt or desiccated body that catches fire and burns until it turns to ashes in the sun. 'Ascendant - Ascendants are vampires who have reached adulthood. They are the most frequent types of vampires that may be found anywhere in the globe today. As soon as they die, they decompose into a pile of ashes and bones, and when they come into contact with the sun, their skin peels off and they rust into ashes or just decompose into dust. Ascendants are between the ages of 50 and 300, depending on their zodiac sign.'

"I also saw Gabriel and a group of youngies." "Did you find all the answers you were seeking?" she asks. "No," I reply honestly. There's still a lot I need to know. "Who are youngies?" She sighs and stares at me. "Every werewolf was once a youngie." She takes my pinkie finger threads hers with it. "A youngie is a werewolf that has just attained his or her transformation powers. Just like you.""Everyone became a youngie at the age of eighteen?" She nods. "Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?"

Letting his tongue delve in the tasty human blood. "Well if you are done with that. I'll appreciate we get down to business now" Came a female muggy voice from behind. "Don't do that again" Darwin coughed slightly, almost choking hard on his crimson drink. He settled the glass back on the table, with a hand behind his black garment. His black long silky hair held in a long ponytail, having a round, almost white face looking nothing like an ancient two thousand year old Vampire. In contrast he had an appearance of a man in his early forties. A crooked line cut through his paled lips, taking a turn.

she said as she showed me the library which topped the one in the Richardson estate. “How fast are you?” “Me, in particular, is faster than most vampires my age. But Henry and Eli are out of anyone’s league. Not that we see much action these days.” “I know it’s not particularly nice to ask a lady about her age.” I chewed on my lip as we slipped out of the library, ambling once again in the hallway. “But how old are you?” “I became a vampire at twenty-four in 1665.” I knew it shouldn’t surprise me, but I still gasped at her revelation. “So you’re what? 357?”

Luiz says. What the fuck? A new wife? This pussycat has no idea with whom he is talking. One of the vampires clears his throat. “You are not to touch the female. She is not for you.” I study the vampires. They are all young. Under 150 years, which means they are still very sensitive to light. Even if sunlight doesn’t kill a vampire, it can make him very weak if he is younger than 150 years and outside during the day. “Oh? And who am I for then?” I ask, looking at the vampires, and I cross my arms over my chest.

“So why is he pretending to be older if you are?” “Because after his eighteenth birthday, when he takes on those characteristics of an eighteen-year-old, he can either turn his aging off, keep it the same, slow it down, or speed it up.” “So, he can just stay eighteen forever.” “Pretty much, but with vampires, we age super slow and can’t control our aging until we’re physically twenty-one.” I nodded. “Makes sense.” I took a deep breath. “So, how old is Mason technically?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I’m not telling you.”

It's funny how things switch like that. 'Options' my ass. Some of the younger vamps, those bitten before they hit the big 21, show up here looking for something akin to a normal relationship with a human, and vice versa for humans eager to cozy up to a vampire. It's like some twisted dating service for the undead and their willing victims. Apparently, any vamp turned pre-21 must do a stint at the Camilla Academy if they fancy interacting with humans for more than just a midnight snack. Wow, refined predators that have standards. Who'd have guessed?