Pretty Vampires Novels & Stories

an elder stands from her seat her voice laces with surprise. “The prophecy of the blood bride seems to be true because the girl you see here can be best described as “best of both worlds” she is a vampire and witch as well.” As if I was with disease, every vampire around me shifted so as not to contact it maybe. Disgust spread through their faces. “What are you doing Tyril?” I whisper to Tryil who is behind me with a knowing smile. “What a Vampire prince like me should do, protect his people from foes.”

Adryan squinting while his hand crossed hug himself. “ You must, ” Harley said it strictly with some serious expression on his face. “ You said that Adryan will become a vampire but not me. So, why we must work together when I didn’t even has a super strength or super natural like him?, ” Elyna asked weirdly and did not understand why her? “ You do have, ” Howard looking softly at his daughter Elyna. “ What? You mean I will become a vampire too like him?, ” Elyna seem really not happy.

A few girls walked past the table, smiling at Paris, making Shysie and Ann jealous. ‘Why do I feel jealous? I don’t like him, remember,’ Ann argued with herself, looking at Paris smiling politely back at the girls. “Paris, right?” One of the girls asked. “Piss off,” Shysie compelled them to leave, and they do so against their will. Another set of girls came to the table and this time it was only Ann that was left jealous, as they were interested in Michael. “I would love to show you around,” one of the girls said, speaking to Michael. Michael looked at Ann and wondered if she was jealous, as it was nothing unusual for a prehistoric male vampire to have more than one woman.

I mumble. Viki lifts her book so I can see the title—The Vampire Prince’s Bride. “I heard that vampires like to bite when they fuck, making the female have a cosmic orgasm. Maybe you need to find your own vampire. And you don’t even have to leave the pack. There is one living here.” I snort. “I think I will stay away from males for a very long time.” All my life, if that is possible. Viki shrugs. “You don’t know what you are missing.”

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.

Kate, one of the warriors, says. “You!” Hilda storms into the room, her eyes focused on Pretty. “Babe, calm down.” Josh holds her. “She did it! I know she did.” “Why would I do something like that?” Pretty asks calmly. “See? Even Hilda fell under her spell.” Kate glances at Hilda, who glares at her in return. “Like we said before, vampires are dangerous,” she continues. “I think it’s best if we take her back to the cave...”

I returned the whistle when I saw the black satin sleeveless dress that also dipped dangerously into her cleavage but had a slit on each leg to the tops of her thigh. “These two are perfect. Honestly, I would suggest that you stick with these given how good they look on you. One thing I wanted to say to you Ziyah is that I do not think you should glamour your scars if you had been planning on doing it because vampires like the ones tonight crave power. Your scars show that you are indeed powerful because they will assume that you received them from others trying to annihilate you but failed,” Francesa explained to me.

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"