Twilight Glitter Vampire Novels & Stories

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

Their laughter rippled through the hall, echoing off the crystal walls like the hiss of wind through a pit of serpents. It was paradise for them. Hell for everyone else. Glacy Vitro knew both worlds. At five years old, she was small, sharp-tongued, and smart. Her hair was chopped jagged and brown, like a blade had decided where it would stop. Damp strands clung to her temples, dark with sweat. Her pink eyes gleamed under the half-light of the alleys. She’d been sold to Cumoreen at four years old, a runt of a werewolf pup traded for five coineries and a promise that her parents would “live another month.” She hadn’t seen them since.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

The tide of battle swirled around me in a dizzying dance of fang and claw, but I remained focused on my goal … reaching Darren. The air shimmered with an ethereal light, drawing my attention skyward. Tiny figures darted through the chaos, their wings glinting like metal in the moonlight. I think they were pixies. Their magic sparkled as they wove intricate patterns above the battlefield, casting that distinctive blue glow over our vampire allies. So, they were the ones casting them with color. Smart. In this mess, we would have easily mistook them for enemy vampires.

he said. “Perfect,” I replied. I leaned in to rest my head on his shoulder before pointing my attention towards the TV. “Twilight?” I said. “If we have to,” Max sighed. “Oh, we have to,” I snorted. “Plus, you’ll like these vampires. They’re less vicous and more sparkly.” Max laughed again. “Threatening!” I chuckled along with him as he grabbed the remote and threw the movie on. The opening credits started up and I snuggled further into Maximus.

"Deal. But let's make sure it doesn’t come to that." Leaning back with a smug grin, I watched the chaos unfold through my phone, the small screen a window into my overly populated apartment. The vampires, dressed in the latest gothic fashions, swarmed in, tripping over wires, and setting off the glitter bombs I'd rigged to non-lethal perfection. "Gotcha," I murmured to myself, my anticipation buzzed to see their confused faces as sparkles showered over them—it wasn't every day you got to glitter-bomb a bunch of uptight bloodsuckers.

“Put your finger out.” I do as he says, and I wait for the burn to come, but it doesn’t. I close my eyes to numb any pain if it comes. I slowly open my eyes to see why I didn't burn. My finger is glittering. I’m blown away. “I’m like Edward right now,” I say, grinning, thinking about the Twilight books. The author did an excellent job in a lot of things regarding the supernatural. I walk out of the cave, still masking my scent, and bathe my body under the sun.

His eyes are silver. "They are Vaughn's twin men, Von Floyd Vaughn's brown haired man and Van Floyd Vaughn's black haired man. Like Creed, the two are half vampire and half wolf, you can't separate the two unless they fight "Do you see their piercing? That's their best asset, did you see the design of their earrings? Skull. It means when you do something they don't want you to break." He whispered to me.

She took my hand gently, found my pinkie, and— prick. A sting. A drop of blood welled up, red and bright. She swirled her finger through the droplet of my blood, and the glow began immediately. It was subtle at first—just a faint shimmer, then a radiant thread of light twisting through the air like silk. Caelora’s eyes flickered white, the delicate runes at the edges of her eyelids sparking to life like ink being drawn into fire. “Creepy much,” Alric muttered behind her.