Modern Vampire Costume Male Novels & Stories

“He’s tall and dark-haired. He should be standing next to a dark blue Bentley. Don’t get in the car with him if he doesn’t have a dimple.” “I don’t know what a Bentley—” My words got stuck in my throat when my eyes landed on the man who perfectly matched my dad’s description. He was leaning against his blue car, towering over it, his arms crossed over his chest. He was dressed like a two-thousand-year-old vampire in an all-black suit with a matching coat. He was fucking gorgeous. His daunting eyes narrowed in on me and he straightened, a smile spreading across his lips and revealing the dimples my dad had mentioned.

I’m entangled in blankets and in Samael’s arms, enjoying this time with my mate when a knock on the bedroom door interrupts us. Samael is a blur as he runs to open it. Two vampires in red and black uniforms – the colours I’ve noticed all the workers in the castle wear – are on the other side of the door and present Samael with a large box and a glass vase full of flowers.

"You can't be serious," I throw Viktor a doubtful look. "A vampire, seriously?" "Don't you like me? I'm big, bad, dark and want to dig my teeth in your skin, how this look is not fitting me?" he smiles to show me the fake vampire fangs he stuffed in his mouth and waves the red cape he tried on. "You are such a dork sometimes," I laugh. "And? What about you? Are you going to be a sexy bunny? Or Catwoman?" he smirks as he looks at the provocatively short female costumes shown on the mannequins.

Relief flooded through him at the sight of a familiar face. The first was clearly human, which surprised Nicoli in this sea of crimson eyes and pale skin. Tall and broad-shouldered, with short-cropped brown hair and a distinctive scar slashing across his brow. His deep brown eyes assessed Nicoli's approach with military precision before offering a curt nod of acknowledgment. The second man was vampire—thin, well-dressed, but somehow not quite filling his fine clothes properly. He shifted from foot to foot with nervous energy, then offered Nicoli a formal bow with practiced court etiquette.

I asked. "Keep dancing," she said without taking her eyes off the entrance. There were about four or five men in black suits walking into the hall. I could see that one of them wore an expensive tuxedo, another three of them were all equipped with com units like they were bodyguards. But the one in the tux was a tall man with dark hair and smooth pale face. He was handsome for an older guy yet younger than I had expected. The man looked like one of the ivory wax models in the Ultara art class. I guess living for four hundred years did that to him. The vampire lord shook hands with the people around him with a bright smile. "Is that him?" I asked Octavia to make sure.

He gave up the fight with his tie and let Za take over, adjusting it for him. Za looked splendid in a long white dress with a high neckline, her hair perfectly coiled into a bun, white gloves on her hands, and minimal makeup on her face. "It's done," Za said when she finished. She looked at him for a few moments without saying anything. "Your mother would be happy to see you looking so handsome in a nineteenth-century tuxedo," she commented, and Pelinieve glanced at her. "I can't," he said in a low voice. "I didn't want to be here, I don't feel like it. This is so absurd." He chuckled briefly. "It's a stupid dance or party... for someone who isn't here."

“Aren’t you here earlier than expected? Don’t tell me you’ve been up and antsy to go meet me, Sorah” My shoulders jolt and I turn around to see the subject of my dismay and peril. The gorgeous lengthy mane of pristine maroon hair wavering in the night breeze, crimson orbs alight with eternal fire, and an impressive figure, tall and athletic beneath the black trench coat and matching slacks and turtleneck shirt he wears. His fair face is as white as the snow as he stands in the spotlight, like a magnificent being from my fantasies. I forget to respire as once again, I’m marveling in awe at the enthrall of this uncanny Vampire.

He turned on his light and I gasped when I saw the man standing in the middle of his living room. He was a tall gentleman with large muscles and dark hair. He was shirtless, so I saw the tattoos that occupied his large biceps and his chest. His hair went down to his shoulders, and it was as black as night. But it also looked incredibly silky and well-managed. His eyes initially appeared black, but as the light shined down on him, I realized quickly that they were dark blue. He was staring at Joseph with a disapproving look and Joseph didn’t look the least bit phased. But I could hardly breathe being this close to another vampire.

Because she immediately locked eyes with the person a few feet behind her. But the vampire looked nothing like the horror stories she'd heard growing up. He wasn't gaunt or monstrous. Or rotting. He wasn't even dressed in black leather with dramatic eyeliner like half the movies portrayed. Instead, the guy wore a jean jacket over a casual t-shirt, dark jeans, and sneakers and his dark-blond hair stuck out from beneath an old blue cap The guy looked modern, confident and... annoyingly attractive. Like a model. His bone structure was ridiculous and his eyes were a bright shade of green.

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"