Novel & Cerita My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires.

"The Sisters of the Old Night answer the call. Dracula wants war? We’ll give him a dance he’ll never forget." One of the younger witches, with silver hair and a venomous smile, flew close to one of the rogue werewolves and winked at him. The werewolf nearly dropped his axe, hypnotized by such beauty and magical power. "They’re too beautiful to be fair," Valkyria said from the entrance. "Fair or not, they’re lethal. Dracula’s wolves will chase them like dogs in heat… straight into the traps," Adrian replied. Vlad finally looked at Elena.

She has something on her face that screams grace and beauty, even in old age. In fact, she looks familiar, like someone I want to remember nothing about - Ezra. She is wearing a simple short white dress, and so are the female witches who are following her. Right behind them, there are about thirty shifted werewolves. "Traitors!" I shout through the mind link I am sharing with Alan, Damien, and the rest of the fighters. "They'll get what they deserve... That's a promise!" Damien answers me back, trying to calm the anger that built inside me the moment I saw them.

Never had I imagined my Goddess to weep so sorrowfully. ‘Is this real?’ ‘The experts are evaluating. Looks real to me.’ ‘Our President is admirable. Such a beautiful woman is weeping on his chest, and he is just patting her head. Any man would have hugged the beauty close. He deserves my respect. I want to marry someone like him.’ ‘I knew my idols were the best. Thank God for rewarding my loyalty. Never had I imagined I would be seeing such raw emotions in my Goddess’s face.’ ‘Looks like this is real, the experts have confirmed. I vote for the people who fabricated this to get lynched publicly.’

As nightfall approached, I anxiously fiddled with my dress, waiting for Marc to enter the room as he had promised. Earlier, there had been a heated argument among his wives, with Jade, the third wife, who claimed that she was told she would be the last. Blair, on the other hand, couldn't bear the thought of sharing her husband with another woman more beautiful than her and demanded that I be kicked out. Rona simply insisted that Marc sends me packing without offering a reason. As a maid led me to the bedroom, I already knew that my time here would not be easy. Never in my twenty years of existence did I imagine that I would end up marrying a man with three wives and becoming the fourth.

I tease. She chuckles, handing me the bag. “I’m Hilda, my husband is Josh, the gamma.” “It’s nice to meet you, Hilda. I’m Esther, the vampire.” She smiles, showing her perfect teeth. “You are pretty.” “Are you feeling okay?” “I’m okay,” she chuckles. “It’s just that werewolves don’t ever want to admit that vampires are beautiful, but you know you are. That’s how you manage to lure in humans so easily.”

Before I could ever respond that I could perfectly take care of myself, he walked away, unbothered on what I would say. Damn him to death! ------- I was expecting that the makeup artist that the beta was referring to was a group of omega's like me, but they were not. The three women were free werewolves who were known to excel on the field that they had chosen. Staring at them made me feel as if I was in front of a celebrity. They looked so good with their makeup and their clothes. At the first look in my room, it was evident that they were disgusted.

"Third son. No real responsibilities. I mostly drink, gamble, and seduce inappropriate she-wolves." "Sounds exhausting." "It is. But someone has to do it." We reach a door. He opens it without knocking. "After you." The dining room is smaller than I expected. One table. Three chairs occupied. Damon at the head. Caius to his right. And across from Caius, a she-wolf I've never seen. She's beautiful. Perfect. Everything I'm not. Silver hair, violet eyes, a dress that probably costs more than a house.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

“Very claimed.” Adrian’s eyes flicker back to me. “You’re… married?” “No.” “Engaged?” “No.” He looks hopeful for half a second. I smile faintly. “Claimed.” His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “By him.” Not a question. A statement. “Yes.” He exhales once. “I had hoped the rumors were exaggerated.” “They’re not.” Aretha leans in helpfully. “They’re actually worse.” Alexis smirks. “You’re competing with a wolf-vampire hybrid who snaps necks before breakfast and who happens to be your king."

“As is my wife, who I seem to have lost yet again tonight.” He’d married a Fae woman named Jasmine, and they had two adorable babies together. Jasmine was a unique woman—stunningly beautiful, sultry, and a card sharp. If she was truly missing from the party, she was most likely holed up in the parlor taking the Fae Lords for all they were worth. Needless to say, I liked the woman.