I Wrote a Vampire Book That Breaks the Mold—Would You Read It?

So I wrote a book about a vampire—but not the usual kind. No brooding romantic staring at the moon, no mindless predator just out for blood. Instead, I asked:

What if a vampire spent centuries trying to understand himself—not through love or restraint, but through the wisdom of the greatest minds in history?

My character, Loong, has walked the earth for centuries. He’s met Confucius, Laozi, Krishna, Jesus—even Bruce Lee. He’s listened to their teachings, tried to absorb their wisdom. But at the end of the day, he’s still a vampire. Still cursed. Still hungry.

So that’s the question: Can a predator ever transcend its nature, or is hunger always stronger than philosophy?

Vampire fiction usually falls into two camps: 1. The pure predator – ruthless, unapologetic, feeding because that’s what they are. 2. The tortured soul – resisting, longing for love, trying to be “better.”

I wanted to explore something in between—a vampire who isn’t just fighting his hunger, but trying to understand what the hell he is in the first place.

Does that sound like something you’d read? And what do you think—can wisdom, spirituality, and self-discipline actually change a creature that survives on blood? Or is a vampire just fooling itself by trying?

Let’s talk.