Beautiful Vampire Art Novels & Stories

I whispered when my eyes laid at the portrait of a vampire, and a blood-pet. The vampire had protruding fangs which were sunk all the way into the victim’s neck, draining him every single drop of blood. I looked up at her and flipped another page, only to find yet another unnerving portrait. “All these…” “Yes. All of them are true. They existed. And they still do!”

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

The vampire’s eyes flicker to it, and I see the fear in his gaze before he can hide it. He knows what it is. “Don’t you dare,” he growls, his voice low and threatening. But it’s too late. I focus all my energy into the artifact, my aura, pouring everything I have into it. The world around me seems to bend and twist as the power surges, crackling with energy. A sharp, blinding light erupts from the artifact, engulfing everything. The vampire screams in agony, his body convulsing as the light sears him. I feel the intense heat of it, but I don’t flinch. I can’t. This is the end of him.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

He had to calm himself after kissing her forehead he entered the bathroom and showered for quite some time after all she is too good damn beautiful for him. Lara was too tired and too weak. She liked how his lips grazed her skin. She could feel herself shivering from every slight touch. When she felt pain in between her neck and collar borne it was quickly followed with pleasure and pride. She fell in deep slumber knowing very well that she loved her broken man or to say her vampire. All of him was hers and she could not wait to claim him.

Another figure leapt out of the darkness to where she was lying, picked her up and hoped away Earlier, Damien had gone hunting for blood. Damien didn't usually hunt for blood every night, a single person's blood was able to sustain him for a few days. However, ever since he crossed paths with Elsie, he has been strangely hungry for blood and never got his fill. He was deep in the forest, he picked up the scent of blood which meant someone was approaching. He got a feeling which wasn't the usual feeling the smell of blood gave him. Vampires, all vampires get crazy at the smell of blood when they needed their refill. They get drawn to it like a mouse does to cheese. But for Damien, his nose pe

To be honest, Harvey feels a little sorry for those who love Lionel's drawing and painting style when this treasure of Samson's can never be displayed before their eyes. However, if they knew that the artist was a thousand-year-old vampire, surely no one would want to own or admire his masterpiece. These typical red and yellow paintings will make them think of human blood, not romantic, nostalgic autumn. - Oh, did you draw yourself and Lucasta? – Harvey stepped forward, tilting his neck to look at the painting of a couple hanging on the wall. - No, I drew her, and she drew me. There was a hint of sadness in that answer. Although it was only fleeting, Harvey still easily recognized it.

His Majesty had heard nothing that he had blabbered on. Meanwhile, Gabriel can't see anything except her. It was as if his eyes did not want to move over the woman. This woman has blonde hair, bright eyes like the sun, and a small face like a child. In particular, she was fighting like a heroic combatant; it looked very pleasing in his eyes. He wasn't even concerned about his vampire army dying at the hands of that girl. Gradually, the fight became very intense. Now all the vampires present had realized the power of their opponent, so they no longer thought of taking her lightly.

Micke answered. I rolled my eyes to both of them. They are freaking snob but I can't get mad right now. I need my mind to move properly to make a good plan. I walk around and look at the paintings on the wall. They are almost about life and death. "Why are all your paintings here are about life and death?" I asked my guards. One of them look at me like I'm stupid. "For started Lady Adellee, we are vampires. We came from life to death to living like a dead. These paintings shows our history, which I know you do not understand because you are a wolf." Mike said.

Alexander He gritted his teeth as he studied the image of his lycan above the marbled mantlepiece. The painting was done by a royal pack member, Paul Cezanne in 1858. The worth of the art was invaluable like the artist himself. No matter how much he tried to relax, it was impossible. His wolf was snarling and roaring in his head, wanting blood on his sharp canines. The blood of the enemy. A fucking necromancer. He will tear him piece by piece by nightfall tomorrow.