From the ancient sands of Egypt to modern day times, the vampire Khufu struggles to survive in the world of mortal men. In his travel through time unknowingly leaving his presence known throughout history which you may well recognize.
The Legend of the Vampire Khufu
The Legend Of The Vampire Khufu
Arising as an immortal vampire from the cold stone of the great Pyramid of Egypt, Khufu, the once mighty Pharaoh, believes he can exist in the world of mortals with impunity and dignity. However this soon changes when he learns of another powerful vampire out to destroy him, causing him to remain hidden in the dark shadows along with other foul creatures of the night. Here he quickly learns that solitude is a much more formidable enemy than the one trying to destroy him, when at times the loneliness almost drives him mad. In the years that follow he becomes more daring and even gets involved with a mortal woman with whom he falls in love and hopes to spend eternity with, however before he can make her an immortal she dies. Devastated by this turn of events he shuns mortal company for thousands of years until modern times when he descovers another woman he believes to be his love re-incarnated, but about the same time he finds her his enemy finds him and what follows will keep you perched on the edge of your seat.
After you've read The Legend Of The Vampire Khufu, try the second book of this vampire trilogy, "Only Immortal".
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An eerie darkness descends on the world and little house near a small rural cemetery where Karen sits on her bed watching the sunset, suddenly a movement below catches her eye and she glanced towards the cemetery only to gasp and pull back, when from among the dark shapes of the gravestones a lone figure detaches itself and steps out to stare directly up into the window where she sits. Instantly her hands fly up to cover her mouth, and stifle a scream building there, as she stumbles from the bed and almost falls to the floor in a faint.
The indescribable terror gripping her now is like a hand of ice squeezing her heart and making the blood pound wildly through her veins, this causing the heart to beat with unbearable pain against her ribs. Though all of this, and with barely enough light to see the figure standing by the cemetery wall, she is somehow able to clearly see his blood red eyes.
Less than three hundred yards from the little cape, in the darkness of the tomb at the rear of the cemetery, the faint morning light filters in through a small wedge shaped opening at the top of two old iron doors. In the gloom and stillness of the tomb sits a grave liner, its heavy lid pushed back to reveal an empty casket inside. Dampness hangs heavy in the morning light as tiny beads of moisture gather to form on the coffin's green tarnished hardware, then in the stillness they collect into drops and fall to the bottom of the grave-liner with a dull plunk, the sound reverberating through the stagnant air as each drop lands in a small pool of water that has gathered there.
Outside, in the predawn light, a large wolf hurries swiftly among the mist-shrouded shapes of the gravestones towards the tomb and at the foot of the iron door stops and glances around, while with small sparkles of light reflecting from the morning moisture caught up in its shaggy hair it begins to shake and change shape. In a matter of seconds its shape has changed to that of a large bat that flies up and enters into the tomb through the small-wedged shape hole there. Inside the the bats shape changes again to that of a tall naked young man that quickly climbs into the casket and with the strength of ten men easily slides the heavy concrete lid closed over him before lying back into the dampness of the rotting pillow. Now closing his eyes he sleeps and dreams, the dreams in reality ancient memories.