My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires. の小説・ストーリー

It was the heirloom of the clan's mistresses, and it had once been mine. "Distinguished guests," Miles raised his glass. "Thank you all for attending Vivienne's coronation. I especially want to thank my wife, Isolde, for her grace and her blessing." "I am confident Vivienne will bring wonderful changes to our clan." Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd. The same vampires who once bowed to me were now smiling fawningly at Vivienne. Vivienne stood in the spotlight, her eyes glistening with tears. "I also want to thank my sister."

What made him so famous was that his paintings looked just like real photographs. As I walked on, near the end of the corridor, I saw a familiar face. Leonardo Elliot! Even Spencer’s got a picture of the Vampire Duke hanging in their house. That was definately a sign of his unshakable authority. Before Jenna died, she cursed and threatened me that her incredibly powerful Vampire fiancé would stop at nothing to hunt me down, and now it seemed that her curse would come true soon. Leonardo Elliot, the most proud and self-esteemed ancient Vampire, would never choose to believe me on Jenna’s death.

Elle pov They say beauty is what lies inside but why does this world always make me feel the opposite. I mean I don't mind not getting attention from any guy out there, but I do mind being called ugly again and again. Ugly duckling is what he calls me and every time he uses this world something hits my insides. I mean don't husbands usually call their wives darling ,baby cupcake ,sweetheart or other sugarcoated appealing words like that? "Ma'am, are you listening?"

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.

Ugh, I don’t think I’ll ever get over this sight. It’s so grotesque. What if the humans have germs? Ew. The third vampire is done and is wiping her mouth, and when I see her, I realise who these vampires are. It’s Leslie, Estella and Katherine. Katherine is the one who is done, and she lights up when she sees me. “Oh, hey, Sofia, you’re alright!” she yells, and I think the whole palace heard her. Her sisters stop drinking, and they turn to me.

The woman who had been to the Damien residence while taking Michelle out for shopping. Juliette is the most mysterious figure. That woman is not a noble-class vampire, but the three great kings of the vampire Kovak, Sovak, and Novak seem like they do not want to find trouble with her. Although, no one knows yet that Juliette herself is not a vampire. She is a race that is older than the vampire itself. Pure-blood Dracula.

How I find my mate and where I get the help from to do so shouldn't be of any concern to them' I replied. Just then, the pack warriors at the borders mind linked me, giving me confusing news. 'Alpha, three women are at the borders asking to see you' I pondered deeply before telling the warrior to let them in. What could I loose? I already let a vampire into my pack. What could be worse than this. A subtle knock on the door, halted my thoughts and I muttered a come in and in walked a pack warrior, followed closely by three women, all dark haired with glowing silver eyes - that were completely different from Marcus's as theirs were calm and serene.

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.”

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.