Twilight Blonde Vampire Novels & Stories

I let out a cold laugh and casually gestured toward the bed. “And what about those? Were those your ideas too?” Rosie’s face went pale, then turned red with anger. “Evan, I really didn’t know about this! “I’ve been running myself ragged for the company. I gave Tyler a key, but I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing. “If you’re not okay with this, I’ll have him move out right now!” “No need.” I noticed the bright red love bite on the back of her neck and cut her off sharply.

I wish I could strangle the girl but I didn't. I waited for the perfect time. Even though it took the blonde three hours to finally walk out of the restaurant, it was still the perfect time to make my revenge active. Using telekinesis, one of the uncommon attributes I'd been blessed with as a vampire, I made her walk into a moving vehicle. I smirked as the bus hit her, throwing her halfway off the road. Her body sprawled on the floor as people screamed, some called 911 while the other only looked at her and walked away.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

I seldom worried about being recognized from a time when I was a living breathing human because I looked much different—improved by the Vampire virus. The woman's eyes scanned me before they landed on my daughter…my white daughter. That's what had caught her attention. Most people found it curious that a black woman would have a blond haired, blue-eyed daughter, but most didn't say anything. However, there were those who felt the need to comment on it.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

She has no idea what trouble she’s in tasting so good. * * * The Travors Bloodline August 5th, 1716 Transcriber: Fredrick Yearn Maxwell George Barnett is born within the Freemore bloodline. Vampire Cornelius Herrington is the possessor of all individuals who belong within the stated bloodline. At the moment Maxwell is one of eight persons alive who can nourish their owner. Thankfully, vampire rules state that blood lettings cannot happen until the individual is no longer a child. March 17th, 1736

But before she could even get the chance to hit it with her rifle, the vampire froze midair and fell, clutching his head. Olivia heard a voice from behind her, enchanting words she couldn’t understand. Then, in one snap of that woman’s fingers, the vampire’s head rolled on the field of blood. “You’re a witch,” Olivia stated, amazed and thankful at the same time. “Yes. Blake called us,” she said. The girl had raven hair that contrasts with her porcelain white skin. “You’re wounded,” she said when she noticed Olivia’s bleeding shoulder, “And pregnant. We need to treat you now.”

He says bowing, then grabs Jackson by the elbow so he can bow in respect to his superior. "Gabe, you do realize you are the vampire king? Why are we bowing to Scarlette, I am an Alpha I do not bow to anyone." I let out a giggle but again it was not really me, it was like watching myself from behind my own eyes, in that very moment of thought my eyes fall on the painting then I do a three-sixty of the lounging area and find a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall opposite to the french back doors. I take a long hard look, my eyes are no longer the blue that they normally are, instead, they glow a whitish silver and my hair seems to be a few shades darker than the usual bright natural red that t

Happy asked, and Snow placed her hand on her forehead. “Something... someone is in danger,” she muttered. Her head hurt. The voice had returned whispering thoughts into her mind. They were too loud, too much to comprehend. Something wasn’t right. She had seen something she shouldn’t have. It was a blonde. There was a sword made of wolfsbane in her hand, and she had slashed through a female werewolf’s gut. The girl was curled up on the ground in pain. “You can’t save them. You can’t save her. You can’t save anyone,” the blonde muttered. She moved fast, and in a blink, she was standing in front of Snow, plunging the sword into her chest.