Sparkly Vampire Novels & Stories

"From her? She wants me dead. Just do it already. Put a bullet in me." Avery extended her hand, palm open, and something shifted in the air around us. A faint spark lit her fingers. "Not a bullet. The Original Spark. It takes what you stole. The wolf inside you. All of it." Darius froze mid-crawl, eyes widening. "You are lying. No one can strip a wolf. It is blood deep." "Watch me," Avery replied, her tone steady and fierce. "You hunted my kind. Turned allies against us. This power was never yours to keep."

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

she whispered, and her eyes fixated on Ricky. Ooh, I smell romance. Pfft. Ricky seemed embarrassed being stared at like that, as though the woman were undressing him through her eyes. "Hey, handsome!" the woman licked her lips seductively. She was about to step forward when another presence graced us. A tall handsome man with a pale face, sharp fangs, and red eyes greeted us. A vampire! "Oh, shxt! What do you want from me, Lexus Bloomington!" the woman in red let out in annoyance.

Zyra exhaled slowly, her hands trembling slightly from the intensity of the spell. Marcus watched as Zyra placed her hands over the parchment, closing her eyes once more. He felt a shift in the atmosphere, a darkening as she summoned her powers. Her tribid nature—witch, lycan, and vampire—coalesced within her, making the air around her thrum with energy.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

I fought against those who held me down, my entire form thrashing in desperation, I had to save him, I had to help the only person in this whole country who risked his life to try and take me home. I stopped suddenly, my entire body becoming still, as though something was preventing me from aiding him in any way I could; though that wasn’t the case. The power within me snapped, forcing its way to the surface before I could comprehend what was happening; my body like lava to touch causing the vampires who held me down to pull back in shock and fear. It all happened within a split second, it was as though sunlight had shot across the sky in the dead of night; throwing the two vampires back int

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Damien just smiled with a mocking accent at Saveroth. Leonte thumped the table again. Bammmm!~ … "I object! This time, let me prove that mixed-blood trash like him doesn't deserve to even set foot on the battlefield with us nobles!" One of the nobles in the room burst out laughing. He is George Jovan Rafferty, a noble class vampire who has dominion in Boston. His ability is to spew an acidic liquid that can melt the densest substance in the world such as uranium. "Is there something funny?" Leonte asked.

Something about her seemed so dangerously alluring, but he couldn't understand why. "Easy." Jayce growled deeply at him, his crimson eyes dark with murderous intent. Dante put up his hands. "You're quite lucky to have such a lovely lady at your side. Especially one with such remarkable beauty." Dante winked at her. Lily's cheeks flushed lightly before she rested her hands on her hips. "So, you're that type of man. I'm a little disappointed that that's the charming personality of the very first Vampire." she said sadly. "Ouch, what a jab at my ego." he winced, patting his chest gently. Lily out a small laugh before moving her attention to Janice.