Barbie Vampires Novels & Stories

“I think everyone wanted to prove to you and to themselves that we can change and we can drag ourselves out of the dark ages.” I patted her on the arm and turned to go mingle again and to find my other mates. After a few more hugs and whispered apologies, I found myself on the edge of the crowd. I turned to look at the party with a big smile. The three vampires seemed to be having a good time. I could see that a group of teenage girls had taken charge of Bart and were trying to get him to dance. I chuckled; there was something so humorous about an ancient vampire trying to do the Renegade and Sexy Back moves. This was amazing. I was so glad that the pack members decided to welcome the

The bar looked dark and deserted from the outside, but Alex could hear the sounds of music and crowds from inside. "We're here. Let's go in." Victoria said as she opened the car door and got out. Alex followed Victoria and parked his car in the available space. He then locked the car door and walked with Victoria to the door of the bar. As they entered the bar, Alex was shocked by what he saw. The bar was full of scantily clad women dancing and having fun with strange and dangerous looking men. Some of them had red eyes and long fangs, indicating that they were vampires. Others had bite marks on their necks or arms, indicating that they were humans who willingly fed on vampires.

Vampiric horses? Holy crap.

The kind that carried guns loaded with silver rounds and holy water vials that burned through supernatural flesh like acid. “Stay behind me,” I hissed. Barbie raised an elegant brow. “Darling, I was slaying monsters before your species discovered fire.” “Cool,” I said. “Then let’s slay these guys quietly before they turn us into science projects.” But quiet? Yeah. That didn’t happen.

The wound would not close. The battle raged. Vampires hissed and clicked their claws, trying to grasp the werewolves and crush their ribs with their unmatched strength. The werewolves ducked and clawed, chomping down on vampires and werewolves alike. The noise was unbearable, and I worried about Sebastian and Andrew.

And I needed every bit of help I could get if I hoped to survive the war that loomed on the horizon—and, ideally, enjoy a few more steak dinners. I shifted uncomfortably before admitting, “When I’m with Jason, especially if I’m hungry or angry, I—uh—sort of grow vampire fangs. It’s like this vampire side of me surfaces. But my wolf form is… different. She’s more fun. She’s got this striking pearl-white fur on her body and paws.” Barbie’s eyes softened as she looked at me. “I never thought I’d meet someone with such a powerful bloodline and yet still see such innocence.”

At the same time, Clara forms her energy barrier, deflecting the falling shards of glass. Laughter fills the air—deep, mocking laughter. When the last crystal shard hits the ground, I pull the shadows back, revealing Baron standing above us, surrounded by his vampires. They descend lightly from the wreckage, landing in perfect formation. There are at least three times as many of them as there are of us. “How careless of you, Dex,” Baron says, smiling coldly. “To think I wouldn’t show up tonight.” My pulse quickens, but I motion to my team. The Silver Crescent Pack forms a protective circle around Lydia. She’s trembling, her gaze locked on Baron.

The couples joined the other elites at their reserved areas on the deck, while Ezrah took charge of the girls, an evil smirk appearing in the corner of his lips, making him look even scarier. Barbie clenched her fist so tightly, digging her nails into the palm of her flesh. Then she recalled something and whispered to her sister. "Are you sure she has a womb? She drank her father's tea and bled before. I'm sure her womb is damaged. She definitely won't give him an heir," she smiled mischievously.

Barbie bitch is much better, no? The girl was really beautiful and didn’t seem like that fake Barbie at all. But the way she was staring at Aaron made it pretty obvious that her intentions weren't any different from the Barbie bitch. To be honest, it was annoying by now. What's so good about a dashing billionaire vampire prince?! Forget what I said…

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.