My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampire Novels & Stories

I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.

I watched as a light frown grew on her face while she looked back and forth in her bedroom making me smile lightly in amusement. Amaya: How can you see me? Is it a special power for vampires? The small amount of knowledge she has of vampires was kinda cute. Of course, she just learned about our existence today but still. Me: No, look outside of your window. She turned her head towards the window searching for me. It took a little time before she finally spotted me and smiled. She walked towards me and opened the window. "What are you still doing here?" She whispered. "I'm guarding you."

A warning. Footsteps, too light for deer. I stopped breathing. Then I turned. They were there. The same three. The rogue vampires. The woman stood in front, her perfect hair and sharp coat pristine despite the undergrowth. The shorter man flanked her left, hands in his pockets like this was a casual run-in. The tall one stood to her right, silent but alert, eyes locked on me like a predator sizing up prey. This time, none of them smiled. “You came back,” the woman said.

“He’s been married three times, but they’re all dead. And he’s looking for a young woman to warm his bed and take care of his home. He said he’s willing to pay handsomely. You marry him, and our debts are gone.” I gawked at her like she’d lost her damn mind. “Three wives. All dead. And you think that’s a good idea? What if he’s the one killing them?! I’ll be next!” She clutched her chest. “God forbid! Don’t say such nonsense!” “Tell that to the ghost of wife number three!”

Kaleen’s next words left unsaid as her eyes fluttered closed. Like a floating object in a tub, Marcus left the room and came in greeting with the bloodied hallway leading to his room. The only living vampires left standing there were the three elder women who brought the Moonflower to cure the king’s bride. The rest healer who failed faced the wrath of the king and had their blood spilled in the hallway. “Bring me the rest of the cure before sundown tomorrow,” Marcus ordered. “Yes, your highness.” the three elderly women answered with bowed heads.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

He kept on shouting Wendy's name on his way out as well. The three of them looked like a real family. I laughed self-deprecatingly. I reached out my soaked hand, touched the cream of the cake, and put some in my mouth. As expected, it was really sweet and delicious. It was a pity that the cake was ruined just like my last birthday in this world. As a tasker, I lived in this world for 30 years. I was married three times and also divorced three times. Wendy was like a curse that caused every single one of my targets to fall in love with her with no exception.

“She is light, her smile could brighten anyone's mood, her bubbly personality brings the lightest energy and her eyes are comparable to the bluest part of the ocean. I love how her hand feels in mine, how she looks at me as if she trusts me with her life.” I don't deserve that trust, not yet. The poor girl is bleeding and I can't be there to comfort her as she is in pain. “She sounds like quite the catch.” The woman smiled. “How does the dynamic work?” She asked as she sip her drink. “Dynamic?” I repeated with wide eyes, not understanding what she meant. “Yes, the three….” She looked around, lowering her voice. “Vampires with a human girl.” She said, I choked on the drink, coughing up the al

She was a responsible woman. "You can have any woman with you. I don't care about that. And your vampire women can't get pregnant. So there is nothing for you to be worried about having a bastard child. As for Werewolf women… they're loyal… they won't sleep with other men than their mates," she said so confidently that made him wipe out the response he formed in his mind. He felt like she could read his thoughts. "I won't get involved in your things and You won't get involved in my things. We will mind our own business," Adira finished what she wanted to say.

She would sigh to the attendants, "Damien? He's the Vampire King's Chief Enforcer, but he drops everything for me. Isn't that what real love looks like?" Then she would add softly, "His human wife is so selfish — she won't even give blood to save my life. But Damien knows who truly deserves his heart." Damien's fists clenched. Memory after memory surged through him — every time I had tried to warn him, every truth he had slapped out of my mouth. "Every time you tried to tell me what Vivienne really was... her schemes, her lies..." "If I had just listened... if I had just believed my own wife..."