My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampire Novels & Stories

“You'll change your mind once you see this.” He shows me a bunch of images on his phone and I gasp. Ladies brutally beaten—some have their faces torn and stitched, others have bruises all over their skin, and the one that makes a shrill cry escape me is a lifeless body with vampire fang marks all over her skin, even her nipples. “Regal did that,” Matteo said slowly, “to his wives. They're all vampires.” My eyes widens slowly, “his wives?”

However, if they were as generous as everyone said, maybe we could go the extra mile for them. "I have an idea!" I said, rushing away from Calliope to rummage through the cabinet where we kept our best plates that were hardly ever used. "Mama, did you want me to set out these special gold-lined plates for the Prince and Princess? I know you said they insist on not receiving special treatment, but Calliope said they were so kind to her yesterday, so I want to show them how much we appreciate their-" I was walking out into the dining area trying to find my mom when broke off as I caught wind of a scent that instantly attracted me and made me feel relaxed. I saw Mama talking to a male wolf, who

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

I had written off everything she felt as jealousy and nothing more. Because of the forbidden ritual, I had been locked in place—my entire awareness narrowed to that one toxic woman. I had been so convinced that nothing was wrong with Elena, that she was too afraid to ever truly leave. I had taken her love for granted, her endurance for granted. I had decided, with complete certainty, that she would always stay—that she should stay. In her medical file, the doctor had noted it clearly: vampire blood can trigger a half-blood fetus to draw life force from the mother. The risk of maternal death was nearly absolute.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

My master turned to the Ima who was standing next to us, waiting to crown me as queen. “It is.” The Ima said in a voice that brought more hush to the congregation. “The third queen was a human.” Just like the other vampires, I was also shocked to hear that. I thought my master was lying. But looking at the Ima, it doesn't look so. Murmurs arose in the crowd. “Now, tell me. Do you have anything against my wife?” My master asked, yet in that calm voice. “N…. No!” The youngsters bowed their heads in shame.

They had no idea that the original Rogue King killed her and King Logan killed his grandfather to avenge the death of his mother. I took my black suit from the rack and put it on. I was going to meet my third wife at a restaurant today. I promised to celebrate her birthday with me the whole day. I was about to push the private lift when my phone rang. "Hello, Mariela! I am on my way!" My third wife was the youngest among my five wives, and she was the only child of a high-ranking official in our kingdom. I married her for connections, that's all. She was a bit spoiled but when it came to bed, she was the best. Maybe because she was the youngest and the strongest. She was, in fact, the only w

“Vampires live off of blood. Eating food is an indulgence, not a necessity.” I smiled. I decided to indulge a little too in the view. I loved Florida, especially the gulf side. The sunsets were some of the most beautiful I’d ever seen. I looked back at my potential vampire mate, and in that moment, I thought he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Maybe I was falling for him already as he had predicted.

Didn’t pull away. She looked down at my hand for a second, then back at me, steady-eyed. That was enough. More than enough. She was still with me. “You’re not allowed to have a bunch of wives,” Natalie blurted out, completely out of nowhere. I blinked. “What?” “Dracula,” she said, like it was obvious. “He had wives—three of them—in that Van Helsing movie.” We both burst out laughing. Leave it to her to reference vampire pop culture in the middle of our reality check. This wasn’t a movie—but somehow, Natalie always managed to bring the absurd into perspective.

And he was one terrifying son of a bitch. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I inquired, he did not just call to chat. In fact it was a rarity to have as much contact as we had with each other. Vampires were solitary creatures by nature, and even the consistent contact I had with James and Rosamaria was a lot. However, we had built an empire and had to keep up appearances. “I have heard whispers about your new wife” he began and I felt my heart drop. I remained silent, waiting for him to continue before giving him any information. “It is my understanding she is from Andromeda’s line?”