Beautiful Vampire Art Novels & Stories

That was why I preferred seeing things myself rather than relying entirely on managers and supervisors. My gaze landed on the centerpiece of the exhibition, a colossal painting that occupied nearly an entire wall. It was known as The Crimson Ascension, a fictional depiction of an ancient vampire legend. The painting showed a blood red moon hanging above a black mountain while thousands of cloaked immortals knelt beneath it. Rivers of silver flowed through the valley below, reflecting the crimson light from the sky. At the summit stood a lone vampire king dressed in obsidian armor, his silver eyes glowing like stars while a crown of black thorns rested upon his head. Behind him stretched a ba

My mouth fills with saliva as Mireille drops to her knees, taking his massive length directly into her throat. Lucien’s head tilts back against the leather, his jaw clenching as his fingers dig into her blonde hair, guiding her pace. He is easily the most lethal, striking figure in the entire Bloodmoon Dominion, a powerful vampire leader who controls half the resources in Black Hollow City. Yet, he always encouraged my sketches, telling me just hours ago at graduation that my eye for design would make me a master in the Mooncrest Artisan Guild one day.

That was a maybe…. I was certain about one thing when it came to how I correlated with women, I never text them more than twice and that was for girls I found interesting enough on our first night and would like to have a re-taste after the second time, I already found uninteresting. "So who is she?" Arturo asked. Arturo was a vampire that we found a few weeks ago in the woods. And no, he wasn't a part of the humans we converted to vampires and that is the only thing keeping him alive until this day. The dude was so annoying I wouldn't think twice to snap his neck and have his blood for dinner.

At least then, she wouldn't feel the betrayal happening right now. Bahm takes control of Tamara, the vampire sucking his phallus along with Niquele, and thrusts deeply into her throat, with the sound of the beat. The other witches and vampire women in the room all cheer on Tamara as she takes the vicious thrust gagging her throat. Bahm grunts and grinds his teeth in the raw satisfying moment. The woman's mouth was so warm and moist it made him think about how Hunnie's body would taste. It drove him mad!

“It’s a beautiful woman who comes to artists and becomes their lover. In return for divine inspiration, she basically sucks the life out of them. They die young, but they create lasting art and have amazing sex so it’s a fair trade.” “First I’m a virus, now I’m a vampire? How has any woman slept with you? You’re terrible at compliments.” “Wasn’t a compliment. Just a statement of fact.” She sighed. Soon I was kissing her again, not caring if she did, in fact, suck out my life force as payment. My cock wasn’t exactly the most discerning when it came to life and death situations. We kissed for so long that it was only when the smoke detector started screaming that we realized the marinara sauce

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

He could basically make contact with any of three attractive women, but his eyes always were drawn back to Kira. It was Kira who realized just how close her neck was to Shamira's mouth, and she understood what the vampire had in mind. She wrapped her legs around him while simultaneously flipping her head to one side and exposing the length of her neck. Arthur pressed his body against Kira and thrust with his hips. When he had penetrated as far as he could, Shamira sank her fangs into the woman's neck.

It was painting of a woman. The woman wore a long, white robe with an elven crown on her jet-black hair. In front of her were creatures that made up the whole kingdom of Doria. Her eyes were the deepest, and the brightest blue I have ever seen. She was pale like a corpse, and in her hands are the flowers dipped in something red like blood. Behind her was a man, a vampire I think, who looked down at the creatures in front of them with pride and honor. I stared at it before rummaging through the other books to find the description of how the High Priestess look.

She gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven, sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Damon stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Clary started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking mixed blood, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.