Sparkly Vampire Novels & Stories

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

“It is art, Alpha Killian.” He shot me a look that was half amusement, half disbelief. “You do realize the main vampire literally sparkles, right? What kind of predator glitters like a disco ball?” I laughed so hard I had to wipe tears from my eyes. “He doesn’t sparkle, he shimmers. There’s a difference. Besides, the love story makes up for it.” “Oh, please,” he said, leaning back in his seat with mock horror. “He stares at her for five minutes and suddenly they’re soulmates. That’s not romance, that’s stalking with better lighting.”

I chuckled lightly, revealing my fangs a little and she immediately looked away. "You need to have your blood all over the relic. Because she has been dessicated for so many years, she'll first need the blood of a powerful being. The race doesn't matter." Kara said, turning to look at me. Without a word, I walked to the front of the table where the relic and the other materials needed for the spell were. Picking up the blade on the table, I slit my palm with it and emptied my blood on the nearby bowl. Vampires heal very quickly, so the cut healed in no time. I repeated the same process again and this time, I noticed it only took a matter of time for it to heal.

But the damage to him was nothing compared to what was happening to Dante. "Thornspike flower extract," Blake said, his voice rough but satisfied. "Deadly to vampires, but we hybrids have better resistance." He drove the hidden syringe into Dante's neck while the vampire was still convulsing from the flower poison. The blue-green liquid emptied into Dante's bloodstream as he screamed in rage and pain. From her restraints across the room, Vera started laughing. The sound was wild and maniac, like she'd finally lost her mind completely. "Oh, this is beautiful," she cackled, pulling against her bonds. "The puppet master getting played by his own puppet."

"Suck," he firmly ordered. She weakly mewled in reply but did as told nonetheless, her wet and warm tongue caressing his skin as she started to clumsily lick at his blood. It immediately made him hard again but he forced himself to ignore it, that ever-growing concern for her wellbeing much more pressing now. He cared now whether she lived or died. And it was so weird. He'd never done this before. Not even with Adelaide. Maybe that was why her demise had struck him so hard. He hadn't expected of her to ever die. Vampires had never-ending lives unless murdered through decapitation or the old-fashioned stake through the heart. And gods only passed on to their celestial cycle.

Something inside me flared. A sound tore from my chest, half gasp, half growl, and with it came a surge of heat that blasted outward in all directions. It wasn’t a spell. It wasn’t controlled. A wall of golden light burst from my body in a ring, throwing the tall vampire backward like he’d hit a truck. He slammed into a tree with a sickening thud and crumpled. The other two shielded their eyes, staggering back. My breath caught. My arms trembled.

“I am a Vampire bitch! This can’t hurt me. I untouchable.” She cocked her head to the right and gave off a smirk. “Wait for it! Yes, you are touchable, and you Prick.” Then he burst in dust like he was never there. Between her secret sauce and the rusted iron rod, it was the only thing that would kill a Vampire. As she walks over to Natalie and dust herself off, she reaches for Natalie. “Come on, let’s get you home to your aunt’s and you can tell me all about why you were here, what that Vampire has to do with you, and why was he such a nasty mood.”

She continued snipping the ends of the flowers before arranging them in the container. The sound of an infant's cry startled me. I turned and saw a bassinette in the corner. "Is that a baby?" "She isn't not a baby," Sharra responded vaguely, taking the flower arrangement and placing it in the center of the clear glass coffee table. Then she went over to the bassinette. "There, there, little one. You are almost done. As soon as we take the elven crown from Jasmine, I'll be able to complete the spell and you will be the newest original vampire. Mine to mold and shape. An heir as I rule the world." She picked up the blanket-wrapped bundle. Freakily, there was a head with hair, but no eyes or no

She crawled back to her car and reached for her silver knuckles in the center console. She whipped around just in time as the female vampire lunged at her. Claire’s fist collided with the cheekbone and she landed another blow into the torso of the vampire. She doubled over and Claire kicked her right in the face, knocking her backwards. The vampire took a few steps and then collapsed to the ground in a heap. Without missing a beat, the other vampires turned their attention to Claire and the vampire on the ground. They both glared at her with their predatory eyes, slowly stalking towards her.