Filthy Rich Vampires Series Novels & Stories

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.

Harley sit on the couch alongside with them. Harley and Howard looking at each other before they open their mouth to tell the whole story so that they will understand who they are, what they are and their destiny. “ Adryan… You’re the real vampire, ” Harley said while looking at Adryan in the eyes. Adryan looking at Harley with an expression that show he doesn’t understand with that. He shaking his head did not believe what Harley just said. “ You must be joking or whatever but still it doesn’t funny. Really not funny, ” Adryan chuckling.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

For the first time, words appeared across the blank page. Only one sentence. “The first Vane broke the oath.” Valerie looked at Silas. The meaning was clear. The beginning of the curse did not come from an outside enemy. It began inside the Vane bloodline. And the truth waiting beneath the mansion would force Silas and Valerie to confront the darkest secret of all: the family they were trying to save may have been the family that created the nightmare.

I never liked that I was a vampire but it was moments like this that made me absolutely loathe what I was. Lying to her though was not an option, I wanted to be honest with her. Honesty was a moral I held at high esteem and I could not go back on my values now just because I hated what I was. She was still staring at me, waiting for a reply and it was now or never. "I'm a vampire Clara Shawn, I'm a blood sucking, night loving vampire." And then there was silence. I could not read her thoughts or her aura towards me just like before. This was new to me.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Like he actually thought I might belong for once. I knew it was all an act. I wasn’t dumb enough to think that Alaric actually thought I was worth being around his son just because I could drink blood now. “Of course, you understand that a welcome is all it can be, for now,” he went on. He tilted his head. “Our world runs on blood, Miss Hale. Houses, names, bloodlines that go back further than you can count. You have none of those. A foundling with no house is a vampire, certainly. But she is a vampire at the very bottom of a very tall ladder.”

"Not long it was fast because I am pure blood and the pain lessened because the pills you took were painkillers but you overdose. I will make sure to lock that room again. I don't want this repeating again." I explained only realising now that we could now live for eternity. I kissed her on the lip, neck and lingered most at her mark which I had put during one of our passionate nights. It was now distinct that she is now a vampire. We engaged in drinking each other as time ticked to indicate that we were still alive by each other's side.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th

I felt my face burning. "What's your name?" Kaine asked. "Seraphina Ashford." I swallowed hard. "Sera." "Well, Sera Ashford, you're new. So let's see what you're made of." She gestured to a vampire with copper-red hair pulled into a high ponytail and eyes that looked like they could cut glass. "Elena, come here." Elena smiled. It made my skin crawl. She stepped onto the mat, rolling her shoulders like a predator warming up.