Modern Vampire Costume Male Novels & Stories

My husband-to-be will have to get used to that. From watching him, I can tell he is invested in dealing with the vampires. He does not even notice when I casually back away until I can see the creatures in whole. They are shorter than Mikael and both in black attire—hoodies and pants. Typical. Dark clothes obviously mean more conspicuousness at night when they usually feed. Must have become a norm for them.

I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it. “Do you know who we are, witch?” Said the second male vampire and I could tell that he was much younger than the first, his English accent less prominent in his voice. The second male had the same raven hair as the first, though his reached the apex of his back; a similar central parting but without the shortness as the sides. He was as slim as the first, with piercing amber eyes much like that of the older vampire; his stance on witches clear to be nothing other than distain, especially towards me. He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that cov

It was like he had stepped out of an old gothic painting. The collar rose sharply around his neck, framing his perfect jawline, while sleeves tapered to elegant cuffs. A deep crimson vest peeked under the coat, paired with dark trousers that clung perfectly to his long legs. I gaped for a moment, then burst into a grin, circling him with a deliberate slowness. “Now, you are looking like my vampire daddy, Carlos!”

White shoes, pants, a white doctor's coat, and a white shirt underneath. “All right, I have enough juice to maybe get four people out of here and get myself back here. But I'm going to need someone to get me out of here when we're all done. I won't be able to get myself home,” Vincent said as he began looking for the four smallest hybrids. The smaller the mass, the less it drains his already weak ability to teleport. Just as he opens a cell door, the main door at the end of the hall flies open, and a flood of vampires races in. These vampires looked different. They were not wearing white; they were dressed in black and red.

she said, rising to stand and taking a few paces backward to make way. He stepped into the room slowly, an air of power and dominance rolling off him like icy fog. Caius was taller than tall, reminding Scarlet of her hated step-son. If anyone was a match for Alexander, she thought, this must be it. The vampire was dressed in a crisp, expensive suit: gray-black pants and jacket and a red button-down with a tall, stiff collar and the top six or so buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of a smooth, pale chest rippled with muscle and covered with faded blue tattoos.

He is wearing a black tuxedo with light vampire makeup. All I can think about is… Bite me.

In a split second, Nabi hand was few inches above Beau's face. The slit she made was dripping blood onto his lips. Albert slammed to a corner in a terrace in a flash. His eyes were pitch dark red, and his canines protruded. Although Albert is old, fresh blood from a human could make any Vampire freak out and lose one's mind. Even though it was tough for him to calm and compose himself, he was using all his strength to stabilize as it is his responsibility as an old one.

"Because if I'm going into a room full of monsters who view me as a steak dinner, I'd rather not go in looking like an offering." Paoli chuckled. “Does the meaning really matter?” “It does to me,” she said stubbornly. “All right, then," Paoli surrendered with a sigh. "Mortals wear white to signify they're pure. Vampires wear red to signify the blood, and werewolves wear black to signify the night.” She looked at William with the slightest teasing sparkle in her eyes. “Do you wear stripes, then?” she smirked. William chuckled slightly. “I wear gray.”

I wore nothing beneath it. We passed a male vampire and he bowed to me. He wasn’t as gorgeous as Talon, but he was still incredibly handsome. He was wearing what I’d begun to think of as a uniform. I’d passed several vampires dressed this way in the halls. It consisted of a black silk shirt with a logo where the pocket would be. Eagle or hawk claws in a gold circle. Talons to be exact. The shirt was tucked into black pants that weren’t quite tactical like the military wore because these didn’t have all the pockets. His power feathered across my skin. He’d been one of the vampires at the dinner that now seemed so long ago.

“You’re reeking of anxiety right now, and Priest will immediately smell that on you.” “You’re one of them, you asshole,” I say while maintaining a smile on my face, then knowing who he is, I turn around to face him. Why the fuck do vampires have to be so goddamn gorgeous? He’s dressed in black, the same as everyone else, but he’s not even wearing a shirt. His body is immaculately ripped, with tattoos covering his entire right arm right up to his pectoral, his long blonde hair is hanging down over his shoulders, and his green eyes are the lightest shade I’ve ever seen.