Fat Vampire Novels & Stories

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and flipped his hair. “Do you have a name?” His icy voice asked from the back and I turned in my seat to look at him. “Saratan…Saratan Credi.” “Saratan,” he tested the name on his tongue and frowned as though he found it wanting, “If you had been auctioned off, let me tell you what will become of you. If you are lucky, you’ll die in the hands of your first buyer and end your misery early. If not, you’ll be used and sold again, passed on to countless more vampires until you are old and worthless. Once you are of no use to anyone and your blood is flavorless, they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you in a dumpster out to die. Feeders corp. might act like

It wasn't worth thinking about, wasn't worth indulging in the rage the constantly lived in his soul. Entering the room at the bottom of the hallway, he watched the confused expression that crossed the face of the male within with another cruel tilt of his lips. Agony slipped off to the side as the male rose and walked to the open door, staring up the hallway to his guard who was shrugging his shoulders. Faraday was a tall man, beautiful as all vampires were, but with a coldness to his blue eyes that spoke of unhidden cruelty. He was old, possibly around about the eighteen hundred year mark, which was surprising for one in his position.

“Ooh, so ya do want someting, Pritty Fae.” “You know what I am.” Heedless of the danger, I walk toward her slowly. Smiling beguilingly, Tarot loops her arm with mine and leads us into the plaza. “Yes. Ya’ll a fae made vampire, she drawls. “Against ya will.” She tsk-tsks. “Such a waste. But I can free ya.” “There’s no cure for vampirism.” “Ya ain’ sick— don’ need no cure. Ya need dat vampire removed.”

She is short reaching a height of 5"4 and the worse part of all is she is fat, not chubby, but fat weighing in a whopping 275lbs. I growl at that girl staring at me before walking to my dresser picking jeans and a baggy hoodie to hide in for the day. I find my big dorky glasses next to my bed and slip them on over my blue eyes It was always strange that my eye color was so different from the brown eyes all my family members have, but being the only fat ugly one too I let it go quickly. Hurrying through my morning routine I grab my backpack and race downstairs for breakfast. Dad is already gone and mom smiles sweetly at me before motioning me to the table to eat the bacon and eggs she prepare

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“Wow! So fast. That fat guy was two times bigger compared to big bro, yet he easily defeated him.” Zitrey brushed her hands against each other though brushing away the dust on her hands. “And who gives you permission to touch me?” she stamped her feet on the person underneath him. The Fat guy groaned, and spatted blood from his mouth. “What are you waiting for?! Beat this guy!”, he yelled against his dumbfounded comrades. Because of his shout, their soul came back to life.

I needed to maintain my physique and build up more muscles on my lifeless body. Vampires can get fat as well, not all of them have a body of a god. Plus eating too much human meat and drinking too much blood, it can cause the body to feel heavier and weaker. That’s why I limit myself to only two or three cops a night, so that I won’t look or feel like a pig. I take my miniature portable music device and start listening to music. I go to my “Throwback” music playlist, because I’m not feeling the latest hits of 2026. Plus I’m more of a fan of older jams.

She told her looking eagerly in her eyes. Faera is not human, she is a pureblood vampire, the root of existence of those blood sucker creatures. This fact is a secret between her and Faera, just like how Maynard got attracted to her, how Denzell cannot read her mind, Barrett is an exemption of her pureblood powers. The only human not affected by her hypnotism and vampire mind possession.

Her un attractive appearance was quite funny for them, they enjoyed calling her names, and cursing her eating habits, claiming it as their concern for her well being. “Eat less, you polar bear! We don’t know the blood also came with extra fat packaging.” “Maybe there’s a new type of vampires who suck calories instead of blood. ROFL!” Charlotte never responded to their verbal abuse no matter how heart rending it was. She was also a Goddess’s creation just like them, it wasn’t her fault that she was like this, round and fat!

he whispered in appreciation. My mouth dropped. "Do you think I'm getting fat?" Vampires did not get fat or skinny. I remembered my weight loss struggles as a human, and I did not want to repeat any of that. He shrugged as if my question made no sense. "Okay, we have to stop with all the exotic food," I said. He looked at me, his brown eyes dark. "You haven't eaten in two days. You are not fat. You are perfect. Full and perfect."