Beautiful Vampire Art Novels & Stories

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

I thought he didn't like my artwork, but a few minutes later he returned with a glowing crystal, which he mounted above the frame as a light source. "It looks better this way," he explained briefly, the tips of his ears turning red. The viewing screen exploded: 【The vampire-werewolf just decorated that painting!】 【I can't believe it! Is this really the same vampire-werewolf who massacred the entire Silver Moon Pack?】 【Serina's Lunar Fear is still 0! How on earth is she doing this?】 The witch sisters stood before the painting in silence for a long time. Finally, Morgana reached out and gently touched the image of herself.

Damian said proudly. "This is amazing!" Alex exclaimed, unable to contain his amazement. He asked Damian about the paintings. "Wow, these paintings are really beautiful. Who painted them?" Alex asked curiously. Damian proudly replied that the paintings were works of art by both himself and the deceased ancient vampire elders.

The vampire let out an agonized scream, piercing the air with his torment. "AAAHHHHHHHH!" In a macabre twist, Damian wielded the dismembered vampire's arm as a makeshift sword, decapitating him with his own severed limb. The sight was a gruesome testament to Damian's brutality and resourcefulness. The vampire whom Damian had previously thrown rose to his feet, a relentless determination etched on his face as he charged at Damian. Yet, his fate was sealed. In a swift, lethal motion, Damian plunged his dagger-like arm into the vampire's chest, forcefully extracting his beating heart.

I knew we needed to be on the lookout for this ‘Lord Vladamir’ however none of us knew what he looked like which was going to make this whole thing more dangerous. Snow was starting to fall from the sky as the wind picked up causing a blizzard making it harder to see what was around us, luckily for being a werewolf we wouldn’t feel the plummeting temperature the same as humans would. Hot on Angels heels I watched in complete awe how she was able to break the necks of vampires with just one movement of her arm, Hunter puffed his chest in my mind feeling proud of his mate. The way her eyes glowed an almost neon blue acting like a beacon in the storm, her skin having a beautiful glow as she did

UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the strong feeling I'm being watched as I turn I see a vampire coming straight at me, I snear knowing I'm not your average wolf, and I can easily take him. As he gets to me I grab him and throw him into the water, my flight or fight response is surprising me as it usually tells me not to fight but not this time. The vampire comes for me again and I let Kylo take control shifting into my wolf. Kylo snaps at him, missing him by centimetres as he hits Kylo in the side "he's not a regular vampire Ky he has no scent be careful" I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere a

"I can feel your fear, smell your blood, and my body is screaming to take a big, huge bite." Elijah Orleans was overcome with uncontrollable fear that seemed to fill every part of his body. The woman standing before him had a face that turned dark as she stared at him. She pulled back a little, her chest rising, and her mouth opening in a way that he knew was not possible for a normal human being. Large fangs came out in the place of her normal teeth, and her face took on the shape of a ferocious animal. Veins popped out on her face, and her pure brown eyes turned a shade of black worse than anything he had ever seen before. She growled, emitting the most terrifying sound he had ever heard.

She showed them visions of her conversation with the vampire after she had been captured, as well as visions of the battle with the vampire. When the vampires asked to see how he had been killed, she’d refused. She didn’t want them to know how he’d been killed. It seemed unwise to show them that she had a means of killing them. Articus had convinced her to show them an altered vision, one in which she wielded a normal blade. It had been challenging, but she’d done it. The vampires looked skeptical about a regular blade killing one so old, but they kept their reservations to themselves. After much back and forth, the compelling process finally started. The vampires divided themselves into gro

Then, maybe we will know for certain. It will only be fitting that we would be, considering our stature in the pack. I will be Alpha one day soon, when my father retires, and Darius will be my Beta. “Emory,” Lola whispers, bringing me out of my head. “Look at the paintings.” My eyes follow her gaze up the walls of the hallway we are marching down, and I wish I hadn’t looked. More importantly, I wish her twelve-year-old eyes had been spared the gruesomeness. Vampires in various poses sucking the life out of other creatures—mostly humans or creatures in their human forms—but occasionally, one of the massive portraits on the wall shows something else, like a vampire with their three-inch-long b

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.