Modern Vampire Costume Male Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

Tessa helped me put on a red mantle with delicate white-and-gold handwork that went amazingly with my dress. Grinning at him through the mirror, I turned around and walked to him. "You look extremely handsome as well." Nikolai was wearing a charcoal grey tuxedo with a more masculine version of my mantle. It went well with his tuxedo. Tessa and another slave stepped forward with a cushion each in hand. On them sat the crowns that we had received in Mozog. This was the true symbol that this pack was not just for wolves but for vampires as well.

I slowly used the penlight to observe the man. He looked incredibly out of place for being in the forest near Mount Adams. Black dress shoes, black dress pants, and a black dress shirt with tie all screamed city and more so criminal organization. His clothes were dirty, but I expected that. His shirt was torn, and if I hadn’t already clocked him as a vampire, the wooden stake in his side was a big giveaway.

He took a long gander around the room, his expression unreadable, but a certain rise in his brow that said things were amiss. I turned my attention to the robes of the man in the middle and the rugged one to his left. They were created from a dark and heavy fabric, and embroidered with intricate threads in crimson and gold. Typically, when vampires wore clothing like this, it was a silent declaration of which house they reigned from.

"Where is Tige?" "The Rasta? I don't know. When I woke up he was gone. Can somebody tell me what is going on?" The woman dressed like a Greek goddess glanced at one of the men. He was dressed conservatively in a gray suit, his dark hair combed straight back, his style straight up early eighties politician, as if he were going for the Ronald Regan look. What was wrong with these vampires? Didn't they know people didn't walk around dressed like that anymore?

Everything about his face seemed more harsh, his cheekbones were more chiselled, his chin and nose more pointed. There were two men with him, but they were nothing to write home about. Roughly the same height, but nowhere near the same in attire. They were there as the muscle and were dressed as such. One was as skinny as the branch I was sitting on, with blonde hair, and he kept whipping his head around like he was expecting trouble. It was obvious he wanted to be anywhere else. The other goon was wearing the tightest tee I had ever seen, and it showed off his muscles. He was the biggest one there by far and looked almost like a bodybuilder. I wondered if the tee was to make his strength ob

But then I see two shadows step forward. ‘They’re here,’ my father says. Everyone steels themselves or stands in a fighting stance as two vampires approach. I shake my head of the familiar feelings I always felt around Micah and try to concentrate on the two vampires standing in front of my father with my dagger in hand, ready to strike. The male vampire has blonde hair combed back and wears a black suit with a red vest and shirt underneath. The woman has dark brown hair past her shoulders and wears a two-piece red silk dress. The top is a corset followed by a long silky skirt. They look ready to attend a ball rather than a meeting with werewolves at the edge of the woods. They only appear t

And I would do it together with Tris, this was also her revenge. I was weirdly excited for the gala. I got to see how another world lived. We needed new clothes for though. Nothing is over the top, Damon said. Keddrick explained to me that the clothes varied from ballgowns to tight latex dresses. Every vampire had their own preference for the clothes that their humans or pets would wear. Pets. Well. If they wanted to stamp me as a pet, I would be a biting one. Lately I had been feeling a lot better. I was feeling physically stronger and healthier. I even felt like my eyesight was better than normal. It gave me my confidence a massive power boost.

But why did it sound like multiple sets of footsteps rather than just one pair? By the time I registered the oddity in the frequency and pattern of the footsteps, I was already locking eyes with that unfamiliar vampire from before; the stoic, brooding one who'd nearly knocked me unconscious during my capture. He stood in somewhat formal attire. A crisp white dress shirt rolled up precisely to his elbows with the first few buttons at the collar left undone, tucked neatly into a pair of tailored black slacks and polished black dress shoes. The formal clothing did absolutely nothing to hide his warrior's build. In fact, I was almost certain the only reason he'd left those top buttons undone was

“The forty-eighth anniversary of the company Miss. Your clothes have been provided by the hotel….” “It must be the woman’s choice, right?” Damian interrupted, smiling bitterly. Seeing the opponent’s response to silence while blinking a few times made him know immediately that his guess wasn’t wrong. Quickly go inside, then open a sizeable cream-colored cupboard. Indeed, fortunately, the clothes hanging there were very wearable. Gray suit, combined with dark denim tie and matching pants. The man was already worried, to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat. Only Almeera could make a vampire shudder in horror.