Disco Vampire Novels & Stories

“I’m here to stop you.” Beside me, Daisy snapped her head toward me. “Erica!” she hissed. The vampire’s laughter rang low, cruel, echoing through the trees. “Stop us?” He leaned forward, his smile widening. “Little wolf, you don’t even know what we’ve begun.” Another vampire shifted in the shadows behind him, his red eyes gleaming brighter. Daisy took a step forward, her voice rising in a chant. I felt the air crackle around her, heat pressing against my skin. “One more word,” she snapped at them, “and I’ll burn your tongue to ash.”

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

he bow and stood beside Dracula who gave out a smile " let the party begin with a slow Italian dance " Dracula said and a slow music was played while the vampires paired themselves with their partner as they all dance to the rhythm of the music . DEREK POINT OF VIEW "you so handsome my prince " my partner said smiling irritatingly , she's blond and I hate the fact she's blond . her arms were wrapped around my neck "oh thank you " I said not interested "am Rana daughter of Lord Marvin , my dad owns the northern vampire trip at India"she said proudly

She posed in front of the cameraman, her black dress revealing much of her oversized bosom. Implants, indeed. She must have gone to Dr. Slovak in Sweden. He was the only vampire plastic surgeon in existence, and for a large fee, he could help a vampire spend eternity looking young and beautiful. The reporter's implants had probably helped her nab one of the coveted jobs at AVC. The Digital Vampire Network was still fairly new and flooded each week with hundreds of hopeful vampires, each dreaming of being the next big star.

Polished wood hoops and matching bracelet rounded out the ensemble. Monica told me a long time ago that Vampires didn't have to brush their teeth because they didn't get tooth decay, but I'm here to tell you that a diet of blood doesn't leave the breath very fresh. I have heard that many vamps haven't bathed in years. But me, I do it all. I take a bath, brush my teeth, and wear deodorant. I hurried out to find Paul. He was sitting in the family room with the ladies, and it looked as if they were having a party. There were empty plates of food, and the stereo was playing some hard driving rock and roll.

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

Alright, let’s show them what we got. Slade, Sandra, Spirit, Spartacus, and summer show these vampires what you got! Slade is blowing air, Spartacus is stomping the ground, which leads to a crack in the ground and some vampires fall in. Summer is using water to keep them distracted, and Sandra is using fire to burn them to the ground. No, this can’t be, I will not be defeated.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

I open my mouth to ask what’s next when twenty black SUV’s pull up all around us. Marcos and his men “I have to escape these fucking vampires” I say exhaustedly as car doors begin to open. Seb stares at me intently for a moment probably trying to see how serious I am. A second later he has the answer he’s searching for when a spark crosses my eyes. I’m very serious “I think I can help with that…” . . . . . . 💿 Disc 2 Theme : Escape Sub Theme : Attempt No 3 . . *2 years later*

Everyone did. I hadn’t heard anyone say anything, yet all the vampires had instinctively known to freeze. I didn’t know why… until I heard the sound of steady footsteps approaching. They were coming from the direction of the stage. I turned my head, watching blearily as a figure dressed in all black approached. The vampires around me faced the stranger and lowered their heads in reverence. Nearby, Sophia pushed Lucy forward. “Vampire Duke Damien,” Sophia said. “This is the tribute you asked for.”