Handsome Vampire Novels & Stories

What was with vampires and being devastatingly handsome? He was taller, almost the same height as Xander and almost as equally built. He had dark brown hair that had been sleeked behind with gel and he had these hooded, amazing brown eyes. He was dressed impeccably. There was just something about him. He oozed confidence and something else, something I couldn't quite place a finger on. Something mysterious. Something dangerous. And yet there was just something appealing about him. If I wasn't irrevocably in love with Xander already, this was the kind of vampire that I would be melting into a puddle over.

He is really beautiful but more dangerous, he is a true predator of the night. Overall, he is a handsome man oops I mean blood sucking leetch, in fact he is the most charming vampire I had seen, others just look like walking corpses to me, with his enchanting smile and those thick lashes covering his dark, intense eyes in which you could drown in, he could win the vampire of the century competition. Even though he is literally an old hag if you look at him with human aging, as a vampire with an immortal life span, time had stopped for him at the peak of his prime, he'd never age, never wither. To make his endless life more enthralling and spicy, he always hunted for something fun, and I was

i don't know why but all i could think of is the handsome King i blush He is so cute with those silver eyes i blushed again only to discover the neat girl standing in front of me "Are you ok" she asked.i didn't say a word ofcourse you should smile cos you're going to be taking care of the kings chamber,something i've been praying for You're lucky but might end up being a meal Are you a vampire? I asked No but i'll soon be one she replied How?? I've been beaten on the neck by a vampire and i'll soon transform

It was one of their vampire guests, not Damien’s nephew. The man was incredibly good-looking. He had a youthful face, yet his eyes told otherwise. With his chiseled jawline, beautiful eyes, and lean muscles visible through his white shirt, she found he was just her type. She’d be drooling over him if he wasn’t married, or if she wasn’t thoroughly obsessed with Damien. “You… you startled me.” The vampire—Silas, was it?—stared at her, eyes unblinking. With the way he looked so serious, one might think her face held the secret to the universe.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

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.

I moaned around his length, feeling him grow even thicker in my throat. He was gorgeous in the red light. Six foot three of lean muscle and golden skin, dark hair falling into eyes that had shifted from brown to molten gold. Sharp jaw, full lips curved in a wicked smile. He looked like sin personified, lounging on that throne with one hand fisted in my hair and the other gripping the armrest. A newborn vampire who moved like he'd been hunting for centuries. Who commanded like he was born to it, Who had no idea I was sent here to end him.

Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. 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.

I had imagined them to be terrifying to look at… blood red eyes, purple veins streaming across their white skin, I even considered them having horns on their heads! But he was…. Surprisingly handsome! . I was so taken aback that even though I knew he was a vampire. It didn’t occur to me to run away. I always thought if I ever came across one, I’d probably die right where I stood, or wet myself from pure terror. But all I could do was look at him, he was unlike any man I had ever seen. He looked strong, manly, he even smelt incredible, like whatever fragrance he was wearing was to purposely make you want to throw your arms around him and kiss him until your lips went red raw.

"I mean… Sorry, I apologize. But I think it would be best if you reside here for the time being. I… I would appreciate it." I blinked at the situation that had just occurred. What was running through this vampire's mind when he looked at me? At that moment, I was attracted by his beautiful eyes, forgetting he was a dangerous pure-blooded vampire. I couldn't help but take a step toward him. The overwhelming urge to be nearer to him somehow grasped me. It hooked me tightly in a way I had never experienced before. Surprisingly, I brought my hand up to his face and traced the smooth skin there.