Handsome Vampire Novels & Stories

My parents were already standing where they normally did for meetings and I searched for Adrian but didn't see him. Oh no. Sarah and I struggled to push ourselves to the front and we were able to. I could see 5 of our hunters use extended hardened metal cords to hold the vampire out. He was binded by his arms and legs, his clothes torn. He had very pale skin, almost unnaturally so. His facial features were sharp and gave him a mysterious and attractive look. He had high cheekbones that made his face look sculpted and chiseled. His jawline was angular, defined, and stood out, adding to his vampire-like appearance.

I was truly fucked. He took another step closer. His jaws were clenched like he was straining hard against something but losing the battle terribly. In a split second, he appeared directly in front of me and gripped my hand, holding up my palm between us. Oh goodness. I didn't get another chance at life only to be drained by a handsome vampire. Somebody save me! I tried again.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

He questioned as I got up. "Don't talk about him. He is way better than you in every way! He is a vampire, yet he actually has a heart and doesn't go lashing out at everything and anything that's got two legs. He has treated me with so much kindness, respect and has always been gentle with me since day one.

Every line of his sculpted physique seemed to exude power, making it clear that he was a force to be reckoned with. His bright blue eyes held an intensity that captivated me, drawing me into their depths. They sparkled with a hidden depth, hinting at centuries of experience and wisdom. This vampire was truly magical. The contrast of his dark blonde hair against his pale complexion added to his allure, accentuating his features and enhancing the charm that emanated from him. I couldn't deny the magnetic pull that Prince Damon possessed, a combination of his physical presence, his royal lineage, and the enigmatic allure that seemed to surround him. Anyone would be drawn to his charming persona

KATERINA Just as I reached the next set of lockers, I froze, almost as though on instinct. My spine tingled the way it always did around unfamiliar vampires, and the scent of vampire invaded my nose, but this time ... there was something strange about it. Mixed with the sharp, pungent vampire scent was something unmistakably pleasant, almost resembling honey as well as spicy perfume. Slowly, I turned toward the lockers, totally unprepared for what stood in front me- or should I say who stood in front of me. The strangely pleasant-smelling vampire seemed to be observing me carefully as he peeked through his long, dark lashes and leaned against one of the lockers. He had a perfectly placed smu

His biceps flex as he peers down at me, and his dark hair has fallen over into his eyes, but I can still make out the crimson shade. God, he looks deliciously solid, ripped, and muscular, like he could keep me up all night, pile driving into me from behind, and I would allow it. He even has a sexy, stubbled beard trimmed to perfection; my fucking weakness is beards. How the fuck does he have one? Aren’t vampires dead? By his broad, muscular body, I can tell he’s powerful - more powerful than any vampire I’ve faced before, and that’s to be expected since he’s a Pureblood. Then he grins and winks at me, and my heart just about explodes.

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

Cause even the kindest vampire in a show or movie isn't as nice and smiley as this man. He's definitely in his late thirties, well he was in his late thirties when he got turned, he's good-looking. Has dark blond hair, green eyes, and a butt chin. He's muscular too. Vampires are naturally strong I wonder what he needs muscles for. Oh, maybe it's for the ladies and not him. He's cute but not my type, like I said, I prefer vampires. "Yep, that's me." We shake hands and I want to let go but he's still shaking my hand like it's a toy.

The man holding me moved to stand in front of me. A captivating figure, his silky dark hair framed his face with piercing red eyes that added an intriguing intensity. His pale skin, almost ethereal, seemed to gleam in the sunlight, accentuating a sharp grin that unveiled a set of vampiric fangs. Cloaked in attire reminiscent of vampire lords from eras gone by, he exuded an undeniable and mysterious charm. It was clear that this person was not someone I could have easily forgotten if we had really met.