Red Headed Vampire In Twilight Novels & Stories

a lot worse. -You're a madman!- she screamed as she rubbed her aching head. -No," he said as he opened his fangs, and the redhead frowned, still without a real sense of danger, "I'm a vampire," and stabbed those piercing knives into her neck. The redhead even managed to dig her nails into Julio Cesar's cape, but it was no use, because this was the end of her in every way due not only to his malice and pleasure in killing but also the amount of blood that flowed not only from the girl's neck, but from his lips to thick fillets.

I would proudly wear it every day in their honour. As soon as I was dressed, my father and mother were waiting outside my door and I followed them to the privy council meeting. I could hear the low rumbles as we walked in and I just loved seeing the shock on their faces when they saw me. I knew it had everything to do with my sparkling red eyes that showed what I was now. When a female was turned, her eyes turned red after her first feed. Male vampires’ eyes were a dull amber colour when they were born and turned red as soon as they fed on human blood. Vampires that fed on animal blood also had amber eyes. The difference was that all of them were luminescent red. Mine was ruby red. There was

Adrian said. As they backed off to escape the bolts of lights falling from the sky, they found themselves face to face with a vampire with blazing red eyes. Olivia tried to tackle him with hot waves from her aura but he kept releasing shocks and shocks of lightening. She tried to stop the attack but her energy was no match for the vampire’s strength.

“We are desperate for help. If I did any damage, I’ll do whatever I can to fix it.” “You can’t fix it!” He growled and toed the ice with a thick brown boot, swearing again. “Why are you here?” “Like you said--I’m looking for the redheaded vampire. I need to find her.” “Why? What’s the difference between her and the rest of the assholes? They all drink the same blood.”

My explanation wasn't just centered only on that reason, it was also to stop Andro from soiling his hands in their blood, and they’re not worth it. "Your mother is also involved" He roared, shaking me to the core. He got up from the bed and walked towards the table in the room. His chest was heaving heavily and when I looked at his form, he was in the pure state of a vampire. No cover up this time, his eyes were red from the anger brewing inside of him, his fangs out of their hiding spot as he clutched his hands in a tight fist. I got up from the bed and walked closer to him. I wrapped my hands around his body and placed my head on his chest. I'm very much used to the easygoing, romantic, an

They chose whomever they set their eyes on and discarded them when fed up. I only met rotten luck until three years ago when something pricked my heart like a distant call from a faraway land. I couldn't understand what it was but now I feared it was the call of my mate coming of age. Calling me to own her. Knowing that she had a red aura meant she was special. The red aura was unique to male vampires. Female vampires had a distinct brown aura but very rarely it happened that a female vampire with a red aura would be born. That female was considered fertile and she would give birth to a male heir. This is how vampire bloodlines remained pure and alive. But during my lifetime I had never come

A woman with two different shades of eye color… a big man wearing a suit looking disturbed… two crying infants, and then toddlers chasing each other… He then laid the six year old on the ground as she whimpered in pain and he breathed in her face a little until she was knocked out cold. He stood up and wiped his mouth as his fangs retracted back into his mouth. “Welcome Tammy, to the Vampire world,” he whispered. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her hair started to transform colors more, making it now a visible auburn color. He opened up her eyelids and saw that her eyes had now become a bright hazel color and he smiled to himself; the venom was winning the battle already.

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."