Modern Vampire Costume Male Novels & Stories

What the fuck. With a heavy sigh, I turn over underneath the blankets, coming face-to-face with Maddox who's shirtless now. He's not as pale or greyish as your usual vampire; his hair a light brown, complementing the light tan he has against his olive-ton complexion. But that's not the only thing I notice... It looks as though Satan has chiseled his body like some super greek god, or maybe just a general, hot vampire. "Liking the view?"

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

Amara demanded. I backed up and sat down, “shift back. Let me talk to, Alessia.” She stood up, her ears shifting directions and padded over to me quietly sitting beside me. Xander reached over and licked blood off her cheek that must have been from us. A vampire appeared in front of us, she must have heard him approaching. He was about 6-foot tall, deep brown hair and blue eyes, fair skinned with 5 o’clock shadow. He wasn’t built like muscular the werewolves; he had an athletic appearance to him though. He wore a black v neck t shirt, a black leather jacket, blue jeans and all black converse shoes.

What they saw left them questioning life. The man is a vampire. But he did not look like any typical vampire; his face had veins and scars showing. His dark skin complexion got even darker. His mouth contorts and stretches—which unveils his sharp and pointy fangs dripping with blood. His tongue is shown to be sliced in half. His eyes are bloodshot red with a hypnotizing glow. His eyelids look like dark red, and black mascara is falling from his eyes. His hair is black, short, and nappy. His ears are pointy and disfigured. He has his shirt off. His body is beautiful, showing his six-pack abdomen and bulky arms. But even though his body is gorgeous—it has many scars, blood, and bullet wounds.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

He never for one thought they were real but rather fantasy. “Don’t run away, at least not with your towel”. Dustin said. The vampire was oblivious to the towel he had on his waist. “Ooh”. The flustered vampire ran back to his wardrobe, rummaged through his clothes, and picked out something fitting to wear. They were all black. The comics didn’t lie when they stereotyped the vampires for always liking dark clothes, Michael thought as he saw the teen vampire all dressed in black. His eye color was the only colorful thing on his body.

That only made him grin at me wider. He was quite unlike most vampires. His complexion was swarthy. His eyes gave out a golden glow. He had long, black hair, falling farther than his shoulders. He wore an elegant, tailored suit in the color of the deep sea and a black shirt without a tie. I couldn't say that he was my type, but he looked definitely hot. Nevertheless, his staring seemed completely out of line, especially since I was standing next to Sariel, and I could bet that he had already sensed that I had been marked.

He looks at Akira. “Akira, I’ll just…take your clothes off for a while,” Leon whispered and took off her clothes. After that, he didn’t waste any more time and got her close to him. Naturally, the vampire's body was cold as ice but Leon is a half-vampire and he has many characteristics of a human than a vampire. And since he is much stronger than humans, he doesn’t get sick easily and his body is warmer than theirs. He wrapped his arms around her and gazed outside.

A woman was wearing slutty cat costume, a guy in a Frankenstein monster mask, beautiful blondes in angel wings, buff men in lumberjack outfits (though both Vadim and Armand look ten times better than any of them), and many more. Fitting in with the crowds, Rosa was forced by Ayara to wear a red cloak over her white, straight neckline, gathered bodice with a tiered midi skirt, and a side slit to resemble a red riding hood. Ayara herself wore a sheer lace bodysuit and leather jeans. Her long braid falls down her back and her red eyes against her dark skin were mesmerizing. She fit in with the crowd perfectly and her overall vampire look hits hard among the men and women they passed by. “The ow

His features were chiseled, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that looked like it could cut through wood like it were butter. His eyes gleamed with amusement, a piercing shade of grey that seemed to hold ancient whispers. His hair, a rich dark grey perfectly styled to frame his angular face. He crossed his arms over his chest, crinkling his very ironed formal shirt, crossing his ankle and casually leaning his lean but muscular body on the wall closest to them. He's a vampire and I am completely struck by his cold but captivating presence.