Handsome Vampire Novels & Stories

A smile broke out of his naturally pale face—a face I don't find attractive. A lot of people, mostly humans, claim that vampires are attractive, but in my opinion, they aren't as handsome and beautiful as Lycans. A vampire looks like a walking dead. They are naturally pale and cold. How can you even enjoy a night with these creatures when their touch is cold? Even their faces don't look alive. What I want is a face that shows vigor, a touch that gives warmth, and someone who gives the impression of sending you to heaven, not hell.

It was something that made whatever carnage they unleashed even more morbid. That’s when I saw him. He was the last to enter among the vampires. I just knew it was him, even before I saw his gaze scan the space, obviously looking for Dominic. He looked exactly like the Beta had described him: the most beautiful being in existence. His hair was dark as midnight. It was styled from his face, swept back in a sexy effortless way. His hazel eyes glimmered with golden flecks, and the way he narrowed them as he scanned the room told you everything you needed to know about the type of predator he was. His skin was pale, but it had a healthy glow. It was almost as though there was an invisible halo t

His dark, piercing eyes shone like polished onyx in the dim light, and they were fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race. His jet-black hair was slicked back, revealing the sharp lines of his angular face, and his full lips curved into a taunting smile that revealed a pair of razor-sharp fangs. He was tall and lean, with an athletic build that hinted at his supernatural strength and agility. Dressed in a cloth that hugged his frame, he exuded an air of elegance and danger that made me both fearful and strangely drawn to him. "Well, well, well," the vampire said in a voice that dripped with malice. "What have we here? A little human, all alone in my castle. How delightful."

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

I had enough of that. Before he could answer a very and I mean very handsome man sat next to Kane opposite me. I mean, the word handsome should not be used to describe this man. I thought Kane was handsome and he is in his own way but this man. There was something about him, he is beautiful and smells…sweet. I frowned. A vampire!

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

I noticed he took my drawing of him with him, but neither of us said anything about it. I was still mortified that he had seen my shame and knew that I had been drawing him. At first, it had been merely coincidence, but over time, it became easier just to accept that he was a good subject for my drawings. Even though I despised him, he was incredibly handsome – easily the most handsome man I had ever seen. That he was a vicious, brutal, powerful vampire unfortunately only made him more interesting in terms of my art. He was so far above everyone else, it was curious how he could still look like a man. Though, admittedly, there were things about him that were otherworldly.

Thinking about it made her even madder. “I see! That vampire, huh… well, what have you decided? Marry him or not?” Alisson sighed, “I heard that the vampire prince is cruel. He is a ruthless killer who bears an ugly face.” Akira, who had just raised her brows, was confused about what Alisson meant to say. Ruthless? Yes. But ugly? From her taste, he would pass. But of course, she would never say that. Her pride wouldn't let her. Akira detests vampires.

Another figure leapt out of the darkness to where she was lying, picked her up and hoped away Earlier, Damien had gone hunting for blood. Damien didn't usually hunt for blood every night, a single person's blood was able to sustain him for a few days. However, ever since he crossed paths with Elsie, he has been strangely hungry for blood and never got his fill. He was deep in the forest, he picked up the scent of blood which meant someone was approaching. He got a feeling which wasn't the usual feeling the smell of blood gave him. Vampires, all vampires get crazy at the smell of blood when they needed their refill. They get drawn to it like a mouse does to cheese. But for Damien, his nose pe

A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative. “That scent…” The blood-soaked vampire thought to itself, the man that had just spoken was a fellow vampire like him but this scent felt familiar. Stepping into the moonlight from the shadows, what came into light was a blonde-haired vampire with crimson-red eyes and a very attractive face. “I know you!” The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear.