Beautiful Vampire Woman Novels & Stories

It fell in a loose, tousled mass of blonde about her face. "You're not," Damien groaned. "My wife is." "And she isn't here." The woman's fingers pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang out into his hands. "You're not a vampire," Damien answered as she stroked his cock. "But what are you?" "Salvation," she answered. "If you just give in and sin a little." The woman leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across his crotch, and swallowed his cock into her hungry lips. Damien groaned as she sucked. All thought of fighting her went out of his mind as the pleasure rushed up to the tip of his cock.

‘Be ready to shift at any moment. The group of Vampire’s hadn’t moved an inch as we approached them. Some faces turned up in cruel sneers, but that was the extent of their reaction. A man and a woman stood at the front, stepping forward as though they were the leaders of this group. The man had long dark hair, and eyes the color of a summer sky. The woman at his side looked exotic and beautiful, deep espresso skin and long curly hair. The scarlet mark on her shoulder was uncovered, baring itself to the world. The man and his companions were clearly Vampire’s, as the sickly-sweet smell seemed to radiate from them. The exotic woman happened to be human, her scent smelled of peonies and fresh c

Not that I have a name or anything, right? I shift in my seat and continue to stare at the mirror. Not a single fibre of my being is willing to take the risk and avert its gaze. Fortunately or not, the room lights up, and someone opens the door. First, a woman, clearly a vampire, enters the room and sits down, her back facing us. From what I could see, she kind of looks like me. Her hair is almost as flaming red as mine, and even her physique reminds me. This may be the first time I've gotten to see a female vampire who isn't overly tall and is of medium build. The woman keeps looking around, her feet tapping the tiled floor in visible excitement. Wait for a second... I'm forced to watch thi

With a flick of his fingers, he orders another club servant to come forward and loosen the rope around the young woman’s wrists. She slumps, a cascade of red hair falling over her freckled face. Her head rolls on her neck. She’s totally blissed out from endorphins. Another sweetblood. A submissive, willing vampire victim. It’s not my business. I shouldn’t get involved. But the redhead’s lips part and she turns toward me and I catch her scent…

Her body got slammed on the wall, making a terrible painful scream to escape her lips. "How dare you bitch call my mate a bitch, you would have told me you needed death so I could file it in the council that you no longer wished to live but want to die in my hands" Blade said, walking towards her, she was a strong vampiress, a hit on the wall would not cause much effects on her. "She is a bitch, I heard she is a werewolf, our worst enemy, and she trembles when she sees a man, she is a whore who covers her dirty clothing under pretentious act!"

She was so ready to punch and kick the vampire who created her a month’s worth of blood and gore. “You really think I would jump into you in an embrace upon seeing you, Alaric?” Adrienne asked, her voice raised, fuming. “You’ve got to be kidding me, vampire. You have unfailingly awakened my bloodlust for violence, you impudent, selfish, heartless bastard!” “What are you saying, witch?” Alaric retorted back at her through the closed door. “Didn’t I only cater to your likes and needs these past weeks?” Adrienne snorted. Her nose was flaring.

She looks from him to Dante who hadn't moved during the ordeal. "No... please Goddess, no..." she crawled over to him, nudging him, "Dante, get up." she demanded of him, but he didn't move. She looks down at his stomach, seeing the black ichor substance staining his skin slowly, "You won't take him from me to." She placed her hands over the wounds, opening her mouth to chant the spell she just casted, but the words escaped her mind. She fought through her racing thoughts to find the words, but they wouldn't come to her. She leans over his face, blood streaming from his lips, "I don't understand. You're a Vampire... You can't die from this!" she shouted, hitting his chest out of frustration.

Immediately, the two vampires began rubbing their faces into the side of the women’s necks. The third female had bright red hair and soft, angelic features. Valentin’s stomach dropped as he realized it was Zahara. His heart pounded out of his chest. He didn’t know she’d been Renatus’s latest obsession. He thought she was safe, confined to the walls of Aveline’s chambers as her waiting maid.

The woman, who was supposed to be dead, came back to life. Her body shook like she was swaying. Vincent came closer and saw when she was starting to change. The woman will turn into a vampire, just like the man Vincent killed before. Vincent quickly swung the iron and stuck it in the woman's head. She was burned just like it should be, while Vincent kneeling with an iron in his hand.

The incident circulated in the Upper East Side for a while, then no one dared to mention it again. One day, while I was in my room, my mother pushed the door open, holding another stack of photos. “This time, I’ve changed the direction,” she said, scattering them across my bed. “Pick a vampire.” I glanced over the photos. Honestly, vampires were generally good-looking. After going through several, they all seemed about the same—nothing particularly wrong, but nothing particularly outstanding either. Until I reached the last one. “Whose family is this?” My mother leaned in for a look. “The eldest son of the Velthrone family—Adrian. He’s ten years older than you and highly respected within the