Pale Vampires Novels & Stories

The night before her wedding, she had a fling with a strange man; on her wedding day, he appeared as her groom's brother. ** “Last night, we had a fling, and today you're married to my brother?!” He scowled, spewing out hot breath on her face. She stuttered, “I..I'm..I'm..” “No!! You can't be married to Ryker! You can't be my brother's wife!” He raged, looking aggrieved as he pulled away from her. Ryker's dominant voice was immediately heard from the stairs, “What's going on here?” Her feet grew cold, and realizing he must have heard their conversation, she grabbed hold of her wedding dress and took to her heels. “Wait!” His commanding voice made her halt in the middle of the passageway. She stood stiff as she heard the sound of his shoes kissing the ground stylishly. His presence behind her made her turn pale in the blink of an eye. Caressing her left shoulder, he whispered sinisterly into her ears “Wifey, what did you do on the night before our wedding?”.

It's already hard being Black in America, but it's even tougher surviving America as a Black Vampire. N, who is a vampire, has been on a long search finding the police officer who killed his family and cut off half of his tongue when he was young. He believes that the cop is in Virginia; he goes on a grueling battle to find him. But he also ends up falling in love, meet other unique black vampires like him, find his true origin, and leads a revolution to end police brutality and racism.

Makenzie, born of human and vampire. she is the only of her kind. by day she lives like a human and by night she's a vicious vampire slayer. one night of patrolling, she stumbles upon a young woman, trapped in a dark alley by a group of vampires. Anita, an orphan since birth, has no one. she works nights at a 24hr restaurant/bar as a waitress. she keeps to herself having never had anyone to show her love. one night she was walking home from work when a group of vampires corner her in alley.

Mommy, the book says that if a man sleeps for a long time and doesn’t wake up, his lover’s kiss would save him from the sleep. Mommy, you’re Daddy’s wife, quickly go and kiss him!” Aurora was speechless. Which book said that? It sounded like an unsuitable book for teenagers. “Okay,” Aurora said, “Wait a minute.” As she spoke, she walked to Alpha Kai’s bed, bent down, and prepared to kiss him on the lips. Aurora quickly lowered her head and kissed Alpha Kai’s pale face. “Look! He’s not awake.” Aurora said to Asher helplessly, “Don’t read too many fairy tales. No, you can read them, but don’t believe them. Fairy tales are dreamily beautiful, but the reality is not.” As soon as she finished speaking, she found that Alpha Kai’s big hand on the quilt seemed to have moved. Aurora was shocked. ***** Aurora was forced by her Aunt to be the substitute bride for Alpha Kai in place of her cousin Sophia. Against her wish, Aurora agreed so that her aunt will pay for her mother’s medical bills.

Phuture Diaz is a Divine Goddess, but she is transmigrated into a slave during a separate timeline! In a nation known as Union Greenland, her soul is now in another powerful woman named Celie Ward's vessel. Both women are strong spiritual beings, but Phuture is weakened after transmigration with little memory of her past life! She is a prodigy in the world of spirituality and elemental techniques and mastering any technique she can think of in seconds. Follow her journey to finding answers on how to return home, she will be challenged by multiple supernatural fantasy demons, vampires, ghost, and more!

Tatina Maria has been sold to an exclusive auction house to cover her parents debts to the vampire authority. Her father gambled away everything and now he is forced to even sell his oldest daughter to save his life. The vampire authority comes to collect her on her 21st birthday. She will be sold to the highest bidder. The Vampires could not wait to get their hands on Tatina. She is a hybrid half fairy and half vampire. She will fetch him a big payday. What will happen to Tatina once she is sold into slavery for the rest of her life.

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.

The ninety-ninth time my mate, Valeria, the pack's Alpha Female, blocked our mind-link, I dragged myself, ravaged by Soul-Decay, into the Hall of Covenants. The cold marble steps bit at my bare feet, each one sending a lancing pain through my chest. In the final stages of Soul-Decay, I'd lost my healing abilities. Even the simple act of walking was agony. "I'm here to request a severance of my mate bond." The covenant official took in my pale, gaunt frame, his gaze softening with pity. "Sir," he asked quietly, "don't you have a pack to support you?" I've been invisible to my parents ever since my father brought home my adoptive brother, Silas, when I was ten. And while Valeria was my mate, it was in name only. We had never held a public marking ceremony. She rarely brought me to pack gatherings. Most of the pack wouldn't even recognize me. I wiped away the blood welling at the corner of my mouth. "That doesn't matter anymore," I told the official. "A dying wolf needs no pack."

My wife's first love fell seriously ill. To save him, she gave away the kidney donor that was meant for me. Afraid I would cause a scene at the hospital, she locked me inside our home. Day after day, she stayed by his bedside, cooking for him, caring for him, never leaving his side. All she left for me was a box of stale biscuits… and expired milk. A month later, she finally opened the door. "Have you thought it through?" I looked at her, pale and desperate. "If I don't get that transplant, I'll die." "Why are you talking about dying?" she snapped. "You've endured this for so long already. A little more pain won't kill you. Are you trying to scare me?" "But Vincent is different. He's never been able to handle pain. Can't you be more understanding?" "Understand…" I nodded stiffly. Then, I walked out, without looking back. Only for her to be stabbed multiple times… yet still refuse to let go of my hand!

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."