Vampirepoetry Stories

A bunch of poems that I might've written if I was a vampire.

I'm a song and poetry writer, I'm uploading this to improve my craft. Hopefully I'll be able to post every day, and hopefully you enjoy.

When Emma Lucas meets devilishly handsome Markus Winterly, she has no idea that he only wears the mask of human aristocracy. And behind that mask a very ancient and powerful being has begun to take an interest in her; has noticed what even she does not suspect about herself. When her sister's life is threatened, Emma has only one choice: sacrifice herself instead and give in to the deepest and darkest desires that have begun to quicken in her heart. Amidst the sumptuous backdrop of midnight vampire balls, dark moors, and an ancient castle, Emma will discover the strength and light she never knew she possessed and uncover the many layers of the man-the very creature-she has come to love. A love that defies death and time, taming even the devil himself. And to survive, Emma must surender everything. Even her humanity. Cover art designed by Jeanine Croft © 2016 Jeanine Croft I DO NOT allow translations, and I condemn plagiarism! Thank you kindly for respecting my rights as an author.

In the cursed region of Evia, where forests bleed and villages pray to gods that never answer, there lies a town forever marked by tragedy: Vaneka. For generations, supernatural creatures -lunar vampires, mud witches, werewolves, and ancient horrors- have ravaged its fields, consumed its prayers, and drained its history of hope. But now, someone walks among the bones. A woman. A hunter. A curse made flesh. Damira Jerovic, also called Damara, Damar, Damaris, Damra... She is Vaneka's final answer. Skin pale as porcelain. Eyes red as cursed embers. Hair as black as a falling shadow. And a rifle loaded with redemption. They call her the Vampireya, but she is neither saint nor monster- Damira is the blade that cuts the impossible. Surrounded by a forest teeming with enemies -the Malkian, the cosmic entity Zoryax, and the obsessive werewolf Valmor Luarcão- and a village that fears her more than it fears its own executioners, Damira becomes myth, weapon, and ruin. This book contains elegies, poetic visions, dark tales, and the testament of a woman who does not fight for glory... but because no one else will. A gothic horror story of cursed love, impossible redemption, and obsessions that leave no survivors. A cross soaked in blood. A scream Vaneka never dared to voice.