Vampires, creatures of extraordinary beauty and strength, blood drinkers of fairy-tales and nightmares. Capable of not only literally tearing a person limb from limb but extremely hard to kill as well unless one knew how. Silver and wooden stakes being the best options. Garlic was just a bullcrap myth created by Hollywood. Contrary to popular belief, vampire...
My name is Jay Saint Guillaume. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The story that I'm about to tell you is one hundred percent true. Of course many will doubt me because that's what doubters do. I don't give a shit. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. Oh, by the way, I'm also a vampire. Just thought you sh...
"Mwen se yon lou garou," I said calmly, looking right into my boyfriend Marcelin Etienne's chestnut eyes as the words left my mouth. Just like that, I betrayed my people's code of secrecy. I just told my boyfriend that I am a Werewolf. The two of us sat inside Renedad Restaurant, a nice little Haitian eatery located in the east end of metropolitan Ottawa, On...
(Welcome back to Bridget's world. For thos of you who are unfamiliar with her, Bridget is an Irish tavern girl who became a vampire in the mid 16th Century. Authors make changes to the basic vampire mythos as they like. My changes? The most important one, is that vampires continue to be the person they were in life; soul and all. Although they must drink bl...
"Hmm, this is delicious, I love Type-A blood," Adriel Brown said to himself, as he savored the last drops of blood in the survivor's body, before discarding the cooling corpse. Normally, like most conscientious Vampires, Adriel would snap the corpse's neck to make sure that it did not reanimate. In a world full of Zombies, however, he had to amend this habit...
A letter? Who gets a letter these days? I mean a good old fashioned piece of paper folded into yet another folded piece of paper and delivered to your door, seriously! Usually you get bills through the mail; you get ads on shiny coated paper that try to sell you weight reduction programs or the last promotions of your local supermarket, but a letter, no, tha...
The call of the night is simply irresistible when you are what I happen to be. Seriously. My name is Jefferson Dean and I am a Proto-Vampire. As far as I know, I'm the only Proto-Vampire who still walks the planet Earth. I've seen vampires and other supernatural creatures but I've never encountered another one like myself. It makes for a boring existence but...
I would like to thank RoadWarrior for editing. Thank you so much for all the time and effort you put into helping me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thirty years have passed. The vampires stood outside the city walls. They left their homes. They left their city. A new home awaited, somewhere. Marcus was one of them, now. He joined his father's army and h...
My name is Cleopatra. The original one, not an imitation. I am the first woman in history to bear that name. A name which by now should require little to no introduction. That is if you've ever picked up a history book or know Jack about Pop Culture. I am the former Queen of Imperial Egypt. Descended from the Kush Dynasty, the legendary Nubian Pharaohs which...
The sun rose over the City of Napata, Capital of the Kush Empire, and bathed the African metropolis in its eerie light. In the antechamber that had become his dwelling, the Vampire stirred restlessly. Even this far below ground, he could feel the sun bathing the landscape, and knew it was time for slumber. Yet, try as he might, the Vampire could not sleep. H...