Glass Houses Morganville Vampires Novels & Stories

"Nine. But then I'm supposed to go over and see Pat." "She's a lovely girl." My eyes rest on his eyes. It is as if they say, yes, lovely, but there are other things in life besides love. At least that is my intention. Yet as I stare into Ray's eyes, I can't help but feel that he is one of those rare mortals I could love. This is another startling revelation for me, and already, even before noon, it seems the day is to be filled with them. I have not loved a man--or a woman for that matter--in centuries. And none have I ever loved as much as my husband, Rama, before I was made into a vampire. Yet Rama comes to mind as I stare at Ray, and at last I know why Ray looks familiar. He has Rama's ey

I mentally slapped myself. I recognized him as a vampire because of his bloodshot red eyes that were staring at me intensely. It made me feel weird. Suddenly he started to lean in, and before I could move away, he buried his head in the crook of my neck. A surprise gasp left my lips as he sniffed my neck. It was enough to send shivers down my spine. This act seemed to relax him and his red eyes returned to their normal color. Now, I'm imagining things. When his eyes reached their normal color, I was stunned. Hazel colored eyes with golden rings around the irises were staring into my eyes as if they had reached my soul.

“And, apparently, you’re the glass. Give me the wine, Heath.” “Oh, wait,” Morgana protested as the two werewolves knelt on either side of her with the wine bottle. She gathered her hair up, twisting it out of the way, before settling back down. “I have the feeling this is going to get sticky,” she grinned as she looked up at Cameron. Rhett caught at the overhead struts of the bed, leaning his weight into his arms, watching with a grin as Cameron placed his thumb over the mouth of the bottle and dribbled the wine over Morgana’s stomach and chest.

I cleared my throat, averting my gaze from all of them, and took the glass of wine, emptying it right away to suppress the moan trying to escape my lips when Damon’s index dived down even further, tracing the cleft of my crotch. Fuck! I tried to cross my legs, but he locked his feet around my ankle, stopping my movement as he continued to run his index up and down my slit. I’m soaking wet, slick, and throbbing with need. I struggled to keep my hands from trembling as I set down the empty glass and paid more attention to my food when Megan spoke. “This glass mansion is quite infested with crawling insects nowadays, Damon. I think you should be worried about that.” Her green eyes gave me a lon

Besides, she was starting to see a darker version of Vincent so she couldn't help but doubt him. In the middle of deep thoughts, Melrose flinched when she felt a sharp pain on her left foot. She looked down and it was then she realized she stepped onto the pieces of glass from the shattered window and a bigger piece went through her shoe. She bent to pull her dress up and take off her shoe. The white sock was stained with blood now with her sole pierced with glass. Didn't want to get it stuck deeper, so she pulled the glass out. It was painful but bearable. She had been through worse after all.

“Ten glasses of manhattan.” After a few minutes of receiving her order, the bartender handed her the glasses of liquor she had asked for. Akira stared at it and drank it, causing a burning sensation in her throat. She groaned while sliding the glass onto the table, licking her lower lips that tasted blood. She bit her lips so hard in anger that it became an open wound. Akira sighed and muttered, “It's not even sweet. What the hell is with those vampires saying our blood is sweet? It tastes like fucking iron rust!”

“Humans find nature soothing; the classic looks bring back a better time for them to help settle their souls about being around vampires. Many believe in the dark shadows, and the hunter to prey vibe that vampires supposedly represent which they find disturbing. This whole coven area has been decorated to help with the transition, get to know who we really are instead of the human folklore.” Adaline put down a tray of clear glasses, and a special teapot I haven’t seen since I was a boy in the middle. It was made of a type of Bergarian clay in the lands of Vermillion. It could keep the blood warm for hours without it spoiling. Her delicate hands held on to the top, as she poured the blood int

i smile remembering my mother's words, I missed her like crazy my father too. I lift the trapdoor as quietly as possible, knowing there is a vampire, a known light sleeper, sleeping in the next room. The door reveals a flight of stairs leading to a basement. who the hell needs a basement out here? I can smell tobacco and rum, the same smell from near the lake that I mistook for my mate. Slowly and carefully I descend the steep staircase and look around, there is cages on each side of an aisle leading to a heavy, closed door with a small window for passing food through on it, what the hell is going on here? I think to myself as I force my legs forward toward the door.

The red in the glass made me wanted to puke as I scrunched my nose and the words which I have been keeping in my mind finally escaped my lips. "How good it would have been if I wasn't born a vampire..."