My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires. Novels & Stories

Her skin crawled. When lightning illuminated the room again, Scarlet caught another glimpse of the three strange, white-haired women. She realized that they were pacing in a circular motion around her. She reached out and tried to grasp one of the women’s arms, but they moved too quickly for even super vampire speed. “She is in love,” another voice said, distinct from the first but equally as disconcerting. “It is an obsession,” the third voice contested. Her voice was the most terrifying of them all. It was raspy, painful just to listen to, like acid burning flesh.

“Then we should be good. Now tell me what happened.” I did, leaving nothing out, from bumping into Missael to Gael befriending me, to discovering our fated mate status and stumbling through actually building a relationship. Thomas listened to it all, even though he made a distressed noise when I brought up the vampires, and who said vampires were. “A vampire lord,” Thomas said faintly. “And mated to not one or two but THREE werewolves. You really are going to give me white hairs before I’m thirty.” “Sorry.”

"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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

Destined mates Who could have known what a rejection could lead to. Hatred, fury, desire, longing, betrayal, confusion, love, hate and destruction. Those words describe my life perfectly. One mistake and my life turned upside down. Now I'm running so she can't kill me but she isn't the only one hunting me. From the beginning I had one mate but in the end I have three and they all want me. Poppy, a tribrid; vampire, werewolf and witch. She has three mates, one of each species and one of them is the very last of his kind.

she smirked, selecting the first of a two-part ending of a series about werewolves and vampires. “Are we watching a sappy chick-flick?” Adrian grumbled, entering the room with Mateo right behind him. “I brought popcorn and some other snacks for you, My Queen,” Mateo said, placing the bowl of popcorn onto Vanessa’s lap and making himself comfortable on her opposite side. “Well, that won’t be happening,” Adrian scoffed as the actor portraying a werewolf on screen got bent out of shape after receiving a wedding invitation. “Sadly true. The only one who would have been pinning after me would have been Lucien,” Vanessa sighed.