Rebekah Mikaelson Vampire Face Novels & Stories

It was a photo of her, looking weak and frail, nestled in a man's arms. His face was deliberately out of frame, but the tattoo visible just above his wrist made my heart stop. An ancient vampire sigil. Identical to the one on my own wrist. Our matching tattoo. The caption read: *"So lucky my guardian angel is always there when I need him most."* I let out a cold laugh and dialed Alistair's number. The voice that answered wasn't his. “Oh, is that you, sister?” Isabella's voice was sickly sweet. “Alistair’s a little busy right now. He's comforting me after my… ordeal.”

Luca releases himself into her cuming hard with her. Reese pulls Luca to her. She releases her fangs without thinking. She begins to suckle his neck. “oh shit,” Reese says. “Reese stop,” Luca says. Reese releases his neck. “You’re a vampire Reese,” Luca says.

I screamed, I groaned, I wept. Sydney slumped on the ground as tears rolled down her cheeks "Please stop.... Please stop, you are hurting him". Drakas grinned "Ohhh I've heard a lot about you Sydney the vampire princess but I can't help but wonder why out of all the supernatural males in this universe.....out of all the werewolves....out of all the Alphas, you had to pick this Monster" and he kicked me on my stomach. Hunter groaned and struggled to stand up "Stop it Drakas".

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

Her expressionless face disappeared whenever she was with Alaric. I wasn’t bothered by Rebecca not showing her fear of me, but I found it strange because since I was young, no one has dared to look me in the eye unless I asked them. ‘Maybe Rebecca is actually afraid of you, but she can’t show it because her facial muscles are too stiff,’ my wolf commented. ‘She can control her facial expressions, but her eyes can’t lie. You know that, Joel.’ My wolf and I argued about this again for the umpteenth time. We realized that this argument was not that important.

The trepidation reflected in her eyes only heightened her appeal, intensifying my desire for her. Upon noticing my presence, their faces drained of color, and they exchanged anxious looks. Rebekah stepped forward, a facade of composure settling over her features. “Vincenzo,” she greeted, her voice smooth and inviting. I returned her smile, my gaze still fixed on Lyra. “Rebekah,” I responded, my tone deep and resonant. I approached her, arms outstretched for an embrace. Rebekah fit seamlessly into my hold, her slender form contrasting sharply with Lyra’s more voluptuous silhouette.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

The vampire stands on the edge of the thirteenth floor, the spotlight below illuminating the contours, the shadows playing dynamically at the slightest movement. Dark hair in small strands descends just below the eyebrows. At the back of the head, slightly elongated. A sharp chin with powerful, well-defined cheekbones. Slightly sunken cheeks. The jaw muscles play under the skin, which is riddled with vertical depressions that sometimes appear on the face of a vampire. Pale, with small streaks, the skin around the eyes is much darker, gently changing tone, going down. Symmetrical eyebrows, at the base of the nose, form two vertical skin folds. The thin line of the lips is raised in a broken a

Rebekah says happily and I laugh. "Well, look who's back." A snarky voice from behind me causes me to take a deep breath. I jinxed myself. I turn to meet her eyes with a glare. "Melonie, how good to see you." I say, fake kindness clear in my voice. "This new appearance of yours doesn't change anything, Katerina." She says slowly. Rebekah growls. "You'll never be accepted into this pack as an equal. You'll never be his, not while I'm around." She states. "Oh shit, okay. Lets make sure you're no longer around." Rebekah says and I see her hands start to glow.

She smiles, sits, and motions for me to sit across from her. Soon after I do, a portly, short little man who screams of privilege comes sauntering in. “Sebastian!” Becca gushes, getting up from her chair to kiss him on either cheek. It takes me a moment to reconcile that Sebastian is, in fact, a vampire. Who thought to turn a man like this?