Beautiful Vampire Novels & Stories

But the other eyes, as cold as the black night covered with dew, made people cold. According to the vampire's survival experience, she can't trust those smooth-tongued humans. She still should check to be sure. She also doesn't want to be a cow for humans to lead. Lies cannot be penetrated by the eyes, and the human heart, even more, cannot be measured by the heart. No matter how pitiful and sincere people are, they cannot be easily trusted. Because a human's diabolical scheme is that which a bloodsucker like her can't see through. She only knows how to use violence.

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

Alexis muttered with a choking feeling in her throat at this very moment. The vampire hunter woman in front of her had the same face as Alexis. Even Alexis felt that she could see herself in that woman only the difference was in the hairdo and the Victorian outfit. Alexis' body trembled even more when she realized that there were blood spots on the woman's face. It further shows how dangerous the woman is in eradicating the wild and evil vampires there. The woman who had the same face as Alexis started to walk away from there. “Watch behind you!!!” Alexis subconsciously shouted loudly while pointing directly at the back of the woman there.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

But then, I heard it - a loud cry that made my heart skip a beat. It was Bella's voice, my girlfriend's voice, and it was filled with anguish and pain. I quickly turned around, my eyes scanning the room, and that's when I saw it. My father, the powerful alpha, lay on the floor, his heart ripped out by one of the vampires. The vampire's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, his golden eyes blazing like an evil sun.

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

I announce. He responds with a dry chuckle. “Whoever educated you for this little attempted infiltration into our ranks did so quite poorly. No one is born a vampire.” “My mother was Victoria Black.” Becca gasps, but Sebastian is unimpressed. “Am I supposed to know who that is?” he asks piously, which is met with an arm slap from Becca. “Victoria. Roman’s mate? Former mate to Samuel Black. Powerful badass tribrid, not ringing any bells? Seriously?”

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.