Young Adult Vampire Novels & Stories

The enemy vampire wasn’t that lucky – he let out a high-pitched scream, and before their eyes the vampire’s magical veneer simply evaporated. A young vampire stood in his place – he was no older than a year or two, and must have been a teenager when he was transformed. A young man and a young vampire…easy to manipulate. His dark brown eyes flashing in fear – he turned to run, but Declan was on him before he could get away.

- They will see the mistake they made in messing with me. Two vampires enter the room, bringing a young man who appears to be 19 years old. He is terrified, struggling, and screaming. He is placed in front of Mordred, and one of the guards holding him by the hair forces him to show his neck. Without saying a word, Mordred digs his canines into the tender flesh with such force that part of the boy's neck tears. The young man's heartbreaking screams echoed through the house and Mordred greedily sucked up all the blood that gushed from the throat.

"This is life! Go kill each other people!" I even clapped while yelling. Some of them are too old so it's really easy for a vampire to defeat them

The fact that even the vampires are just as ancient as wolves or even more ancient was so shocking to me. There was one vampire that I loathed the most, his name was Everest – he and Luna were heading toward me as they came back from school. For some reason he and Luna have become friends, though I am not jealous of her friendship with him, I am rather annoyed by the fact that he seems to look at her like he wants her. I know that can never happen but I just despise him, his ways are rather evil. I’ve seen how he feeds on people irrespective of their age or gender but he takes a special preference to women – young women, probably around the ages of sixteen to eighteen. The ones he chooses no

“Then why don’t you take a little trip down the memory lane.” “Congratulations, Ian!” a man slapped my back jovially after my coming-of-age ceremony got over. For vampires, this ceremony was held after they became the age of 16. I know some may think that vampires don’t age but it happens after a certain period. The exact science is not known behind this, considering every organ in our body just stops working, but yet here we are.

Even with no signs of aging, they could stay in one place for a little over a decade without arousing any suspicion. A seventeen year old, however, could not claim to be twenty-seven when they had so clearly not aged in all of that time. That meant more movement, and more disruption – neither of which the Light Vampires particularly enjoyed. “If only,” I said, and I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, I’ve got a lot of homework to do, so –“

I tilted my head to side, "How come you don't burn when exposed to sunlight?" He chuckled, "There a lot of myths pertaining to vampires. But as for me, I'm a pureblood. I was born naturally like a human. I age naturally, and when I reach at the age of 18, the aging process slows down, then when I turned 21, I was a complete pureblood. An immortal. We feed on blood; that is our main nourishment, but we still eat normal food because we were born naturally, unlike for the converted vampires; they only need blood."

- mockingly drawling the words, the young vampire said, stopping next to the elder. The black pupils of Alter's yellow eyes flashed scarlet for a moment, and Tristan became alert. All the High vampires reacted so strongly to him - converted only thirty-four years ago, but already in the twentieth year he received the title of High. It seemed unacceptable. Outrageous. Vampires usually progressed to the Supreme stage after centuries, and the young Tantario easily gained the necessary power in two decades. He received far from the last place in the hierarchy of vampires. This was the peculiarity of Tristan, which attracted dark brothers to him.

We had played together as children, but as we reached adulthood, our fathers' hopes that we would be mates had fallen flat. The closeness had produced one mistake, however. Years ago, we had shared a special vintage brew that could actually intoxicate a vampire. In our drunken haze, we had shared a night that barely qualified as an encounter. Only mouths and hands were involved, no true union but since then, she had acted as if she possessed some sort of claim over my soul.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl