Ikemen Vampire Novels & Stories

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

And so the cold wind of the night rushed into the car. “M-miss! It is dangerous!” “Please! I don’t want to do this either! but if you still won’t drive me there, I’ll bite my tongue and bleed here!” Akira shouted with tears streaming down her cheeks. The driver got spooked. Everyone knows that the blood of Clemente, as well as those from the two clans, is sweeter than anything else in this world and it is most sought by vampires. And so if Akira were to do that, for sure those vampires would run to where they are now and would be killed by them.

Savina, who was standing next to him, winced. The odd-eyed vampire smiled timidly. “Over the years, vampires develop immunity,” Alika continued. - Did you see Lord Tantario’s earrings? So, they are made of aspen. Yes, yes, exactly from her. And everything else is not scary for the High Vampire - except maybe silver. And then if it is not a cross or a small trinket, but at least some kind of dagger or sword. “Or an arrowhead,” added Savina. Alika shook her head.

asked Caroline again. "Yes, I remember, but there is a tiny problem," said Jamima with a confused expression on her face. "Problem! Why, what happened? What problem are you talking about? Girl, I dare you to say that you don't remember the colour of the eyes because it's our only clue," said Caroline, annoyed. "No, it's not. You told me that vampires can only have two colours, red and blue, right?" asked Jamima. "Yes, what's up with it?"

Dorian added, coming to stand protectively beside me. "I understand." A sad smile lifted Kenmei's lips. "A revenant is a changeling. Not quite human and not quite a vampire." At that word - vampire - all hell broke loose. The guys started shouting simultaneously about lies and fairytales. I pulled my knees to my chest and put my forehead on my kneecaps. Tears dripped from my eyes onto my jeans. I'd let the brothers figure this one out.

Andreas frowns, Gabriel looks at me incredulously, but Fenriz actually looks intrigued. “Why would you suggest that? Oh, Gabriel, this is my wife, Umiko,” Fenriz finally introduces the vampire to me, and I swallow deeply as my palms start to sweat. “Well… back home, we also have hunters, and they would leave their weapons and supplies close to a shrine or temple. Would western hunters not do the same?” I ask, turning my head to look at Fenriz, who has a smile plastered on his face. Andreas and Gabriel have the same flabbergasted expression and look at one another.

What was he doing here? Vuk turned to her, throwing a wink. "Who are you?" Elizabeth sneered, clearly displeased with the interruption. "Sorry for coming late to the party. I was busy with various tasks, but I wouldn’t miss an event like this," Vuk said, his tone dripping with charm. "I am Vuk Dracula, brother to the Vampire King." Elizabeth’s demeanor shifted instantly. "Oh! Welcome, welcome to the Red Moon Pack." She practically purred, captivated by the vampire’s presence.

she asked. Type or not, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past?

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

Dimitri hummed out the witch's name, "Where can a vampire get some blood to drink around these parts? I am parched." "Follow me. We have a few humans living here," she said with disgust lacing her voice. "Oh, marvelous," Dimitri scratched his head. "Another thing." "Yes?" Imogen flashed him a fake smile. "I would prefer my supplier to be at least eighteen and I only consume AB positive or negative blood. It is most satisfying... plus it keeps my hunger at bay a lot longer." We all looked at Dimitri with wide eyes. Where the fuck did he think we were, HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA?