Young Adult Vampire Novels & Stories

Her sight fasts on to a young man, walking alone in an alley. He seems to be an equivalent age as her – though it is not possible to inform the age of a vampire – regarding sixteen or 17. To a feminine evil spirit, it's an excellent catch – a slender and good trying boy. Slender body, tight appearance, with matching tea-coloured hair. within the street barely lighted by lamplight, it's potential to mistake him for a lady. though not pretty much as good as her, his white skin is each shiny and tender.

Now, he had no choice but to be ready to accept death. Suddenly, footsteps entered the operating room, and two men appeared beside Uri's bed. One is Richard; the other is a middle-aged man wearing glasses, wearing a white shirt like a doctor in a hospital. "Is this what you caught today?" The middle-aged man looked at Uri as if he were looking at an item. "You did a great job this time; never before have we caught a vampire as young as this one." "It took me a lot of work to catch this guy," Richard said proudly. "He is only eighteen years old; all the organs in his body are healthy and eligible for your research."

“It’s okay. But I know you won’t use such language around our daughter.” She nodded. “No. Of course not.” It was funny that I had thought she was prim and proper and wondered how relaxed she would be. But come to find out, I was the one who was more of a prude. Go figure. “Please, continue.” “Of course.” She smiled sheepishly, reminding me a little of Princess Diana, but with long hair. “When I was eighteen, I met a young man and fell madly in love. Unbeknownst to me, he was a vampire.” She let out a deep breath, looking down at her hands in her lap. When she lifted her eyes, sadness was prevalent there. “My father wouldn’t let me marry him. When I wouldn’t give him up, they killed him, but

"Hey!" A young man who seemed to be of mixed human and werewolf blood shouted from the end of the alley. Seeing the way he was dressed, it seemed that the young man had awakened his werewolf powers. "I didn't think there were still a pedophile motherfucker tryna flirt with a beautiful girl in broad daylight like this!" The young man walked up to Damien while rolling up his shirt sleeves. "Looks like today I have to beat up some old man." Bathump~ ...

The scents of sex and blood blanketed the room, making me want to hurl. My heart constricted painfully. Not everyone in this room was an adult. There were some younger victims. I had to push all emotion aside when I saw a little girl being fed on and others who looked a couple of years shy of being teens on their knees. There were also some younger vampires who were being ‘coached’ on the best techniques to fuck and feed to their heart’s content. I could see that the majority of those did not look like they wanted any part of this but had no choice.

I wondered for a short moment if I could give Kyrin enough of an identity crisis that he would be too shocked to start any form of chaos. I continued speaking in a low voice. "How old are you, fifty? One hundred?" "Two hundred and thirty-six," Kyrin muttered as he interjected my musings. "Right, two hundred and…" I paused and said, "Jesus, you're old." I gave him a side-eye. He whispered harshly at me as he bent his head down to keep his voice away from the humans. "I'm a vampire, you dumbass!" "Well, see, that's it just there. You go around and call everyone a dumbass and have such a sour look on your face. No wonder no woman wants you."

“Get to the fuckin point sinner!” He yawned and position himself honorably, “That young cursed baby happens to be our dear guardian vampire’s mate”

She was fifteen years of age now and as I had predicted, she had blossomed into a stunning beauty. I closed my eyes and let the breath, I was holding in, out which caused the glass in front of me to fog; I felt like a total creep standing outside a fifteen-year old's window watching her every move but it calmed me and I needed peace ever so much right now because of a defiant vampire group, which had risen up against the monarchy; I knew it was just a matter of time before I crushed them but nevertheless the whole situation was quite stressful.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

The three of them had gathered in the study for her first lesson after the sun had set. “Marilyn Lou was a tavern worker, she had a good life, good family, a good husband, she was also a Christian, and even though she was not rich, she had almost everything she needed to make life comfortable for her. The only thing she did not have was a good job. The tavern paid her well, but always had terrible male customers who would drink themselves to stupor and carry prostitutes all around. Her husband had always pressured her to quit her job, as it did not go well with her values as a Christian, but she refused because she needed the money, not like she had a choice anyway, as her husband was also p