Glass Houses Morganville Vampires Novels & Stories

Pointing each of the trait with her index finger, she stopped near, 'Avoids Sunlight'. Raising her head from the book, she looked at Beau, who was still gazing at the books. She hesitated to ask, but her zeal towards vampires was too strong to stop her. "Can you tolerate sunlight?", she asked, crossing her fingers with curiosity. Beau chuckled and replied that they take a special medicine every month making them immune to sun rays. While answering, he realized that they have a common hobby. He was on cloud nine with happiness, though he didn't understand why Nabi had this peculiar interest on vampires.

“It was her. Morgan saw her that night James insisted on going to my office. He brought two people with him, Daisy and a man. A man who, Morgan said, has green eyes.” “You’re thinking too much into this, Charlie. It wouldn’t be that easy.” “James is a vampire and the man is a vampire—” “Charlie, calm down. It’s probably just a coincidence. Nothing more. It wouldn’t be the first time two vampires were seen together.” His hands run down the length of my good arm, which cause goosebumps to break out over my skin. “If you think that’s what it is, then I guess that’s what it is.” Disappointment washes over me. “Can we go now…please?” Sitting here longer than necessary makes my insides turn. Sitti

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.

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.

“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..."

"How is she supposed to—" The pendant around my neck suddenly burned hot. "Get down!" Seraphine screamed. She tackled me to the ground just as the window exploded inward. Three vampires crashed into the room, eyes glowing, fangs extended, moving with lethal purpose. "Found you," one of them hissed. A woman with silver hair and violet eyes. "The Nightshade heir and the traitor Drakov. Lady Morgana sends her regards." Seraphine was already moving, her weapons flashing. She killed one vampire before he could even react, her silver dagger through his heart.

For one brief second, all three of them froze in close quarters among shattered glass and overturned shelves while wilds screamed outside the building. Husen looked between them with visible annoyance, then toward the windows. The grey light outside brightened further. Ghost dawn. Ultraviolet radiation would intensify soon. Vampires couldn’t survive direct exposure once the poisoned daylight fully rose. Husen released Sera abruptly. “Temporary hold.” Sera blinked once. “What?” The vampire pointed toward the windows where pale daylight slowly strengthened beyond the storm. “You can continue trying to kill me after sunrise.” He gestured toward the screaming wilds outside. “Currently we have a