Twilight Blonde Vampire Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

Every line of his sculpted physique seemed to exude power, making it clear that he was a force to be reckoned with. His bright blue eyes held an intensity that captivated me, drawing me into their depths. They sparkled with a hidden depth, hinting at centuries of experience and wisdom. This vampire was truly magical. The contrast of his dark blonde hair against his pale complexion added to his allure, accentuating his features and enhancing the charm that emanated from him. I couldn't deny the magnetic pull that Prince Damon possessed, a combination of his physical presence, his royal lineage, and the enigmatic allure that seemed to surround him. Anyone would be drawn to his charming persona

Outside, the wind stirred the trees. From the shadows, the vampire watched. Her blonde hair was still perfectly straight, not a strand out of place. Her red eyes focused on the cabin that now housed the blood that she wanted... No, needed. A faint smile played on her bloodstained lips. "There are two of them," the vampire murmured. "But no matter. I just need one of them for the spell to work."

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

Protected. But the blonde and bronzed male only laughed in return, lightly shaking his head. "My, how brutal you've become, Nyktos. I cannot say that vampirism suits you," he commented, simply having another sip of his drink. "Don't you agree with this, miss...?" His blonde brow slightly rose upon finding her gaze again, making her realize that he was actually talking to her now, and that he had just subtly requested for her name. "Diana. My name is Diana Rose and no, I do not agree," she immediately blurted out before she could even try and stop herself, mentally slapping herself for even answering to him. Damned be her meek and polite nature. This guy deserved anything but!

Dozens of vampires got out, led by an elegant, blond-haired man. "Give us the girl, wolf," the blond man purred, his voice dripping with ancient malice. "She's the only one we're interested in."

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

And so the cold wind of the night rushed into the car. “M-miss! It is dangerous!” “Please! I don’t want to do this either! but if you still won’t drive me there, I’ll bite my tongue and bleed here!” Akira shouted with tears streaming down her cheeks. The driver got spooked. Everyone knows that the blood of Clemente, as well as those from the two clans, is sweeter than anything else in this world and it is most sought by vampires. And so if Akira were to do that, for sure those vampires would run to where they are now and would be killed by them.