Red Hair Vampire Novels & Stories

He scrambled to get away from the cage. “You bitch!” He growled. “You villains are going to hell!” The girl screamed. “Shut up, you blood-drinking disgusting bitch!” The other one yelled while pulling his scratched friend away from the cage. I looked closer at her. She was a vampire with her black hair in a bob and dressed in a red halter neck rockabilly dress with black polka dots that flared out around her legs. She was seething, there was no doubt about that. The third guy smirked.

I couldn’t do something in presence of the Grand Alpha. I was puzzled and confused why I couldn't smell the girl's blood. Even a pure-blooded vampire would register a scent even a bit but her, she was different among everyone I have already encountered. Even the hair that I secretly got after she entangled with Tasha finger had no scent at all. I put it inside a flask to observe and smell again. No one would be able to track the girl using this hair. But you could differentiate it with other hair because of its distinct color. It was black streaked with blue. Quite an interesting lady.

He could have just saved me the trouble by moving aside long before I could get to him. Slowly, he stepped out from the shadows created by the trees. He was pale, pale enough to be tagged as a Vampire. He had luscious red hair that was chin length. It was parted in the middle with one side tucked behind an ear and the other covering a part of his facial features. He was wearing a black face mask but I could see his eyes. They shone like liquid gold. He was definitely a vampire. "A werewolf, huh?" He said, cocking his head. He spoke with a low voice that rumbled.

“Or at least her prey.” “Is she a cannibal?” the Mick asked quietly concerned. “She enjoys blood.” Werewolf stated. “Rumor is that she drained a man’s blood and bathed in it.” “I heard she cut herself and told Cora to match her hair that color.” Spider said. “Her hair wasn’t that color yesterday, was it?” Brute asked. “No.” Whip said with a smile. “That’s actually blood in her hair. It’s mixed with an anticoagulant so it won’t clump. And something else to keep it from flaking.”

"Hurry, hurry! I want mine done too!" "Don't rush—there's plenty of time. We'll go one by one," I said, stepping toward the Scarlet Vampire. She didn't look entirely bare-faced. "Have you already put on lipstick?" I asked, frowning at her dark red lips. "This is such a dark shade. What color did you use?" The Scarlet Vampire blinked, looking slightly lost. "Maybe type A blood?" I froze for a moment. She quickly realized what I meant and added, "Sorry, I had some blood earlier and didn't wipe it off."

she said, “or when emotion overwhelms restraint, the red rises.” Mae swallowed audibly. “The shade tells you everything,” the Ancient One continued. “Newly turned vampires flash bright crimson—thin, unstable, almost glowing. Hunger rules them.” She turned her head slightly. “Lower-ranking vampires darken with time,” she said. “Brick-red. Rusted. Thickened by obedience, fear, and survival.” Then her eyes shifted. The red that surfaced was deep. Heavy. Like old wine steeped in memory. “High-ranking vampires,” she said softly, “do not merely turn red.”

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.

Especially from one being in particular. "PLEASE! PLEASE, NOOO!" A scream of a young woman echoed in the dead halls. A pair of male Betas yanked her with the shackles of the chains to her arms and legs. She dragged down the elegant red carpets of the castle, adorned in a soft carmine evening dress. Red is the color of royalty amongst Vampires. The most regal and seductive color of them all. A color that only they are drawn to.

I couldn't believe my eyes,she looked like Aliyah, she had the same blue eyes and her brown skin was even more vibrant than before the only difference was that her brown, curly hair was now platinum blonde and it didn't make any sense to me. Tom told me that only himself and Nikk, along with their father had that color of hair because they were the first ones that Ila created. Apparently his father couldn't turn other people to vampires including them so Ila had to do it herself but since that every other vampire that was sired to them was turned by Tom and Nikk but these people ended up being sired to Ron because he was the very first vampire and their father. This guy's hair was platinum b

I could tell who the vampires were, because they talked in a low voice I wouldn't have been able to hear if I was still human. Finally the door opened for the 106 floor. There were still a few vampires left on the elevator, and as I got out one of them said that the prince just needed to go ahead and turn me if he wanted me so badly. I turned and looked at the vampire who said it as the door closed. I only caught a glimpse of the young lady's eyes. They were a rainbow. They shined brighter than anyones I'd seen so far, and had so many colors. It was like there was a rainbow around her pupils. I was in love with them. Her hair also caught my eyes. It was a purple heather with different color