Twilight Glitter Vampire Novels & Stories

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

He trailed his lips down to her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Willow." he said before releasing her hand and getting in the car. Willow placed her hands over her chest, her heart drumming against the bone as she watched the car drive off. That only confirmed it now. Dante was a Vampire, and somehow their lives are going to become intertwined. ----------

I groaned before I opened them to see a shiny object dangling in front of me. I opened my eyes widely to realize that it was a necklace. I touched it and collected it from Andro. "What's this?" I asked him, waking up properly. "My family heirloom. I was my parent's only child before they died centuries ago when the vampires were under the serious invasion of hunters because our supposed to be werewolf king preferred to be an asshole and walk away from the pack leaving us vulnerable to hunters" I hummed. "Why are you giving this to me?" I asked him as I observed the pretty, shiny object.

“I completely agree. We are going to go down to where we just were, though. The blood that we created there is where the key is. If we ever need to release that spell, it is done there. Come, let me show you.” Walking back down to where we had just performed the spell, I can see a faint glitter on the ground. “What is that?” I ask, pointing to the area. “That is the spell. It is a small fragment of what is protecting our kingdom. Do not worry; it cannot be removed, and vampires usually cannot see it.” “I can see it,” Lawler announces as he points out the diameter of the shimmering space. “You can because you are mated to Elnora; her blood runs within you so that you will see it. The boys sho

As we were walking back to our room, Red suddenly ran into a girl who was wearing reading glasses. "I'm sorry," he apologized as we helped her collect her books. "It's all right," the woman said. She looked like someone who enjoyed studying, was petite, had two braids on each side of her shoulders, and wore thick reading glasses. Looking at her ID lace, I could tell she was a vampire. "We'll assist you in carrying these books." I smiled at her and reached for her books, but Red suddenly stopped me and asked the girl. "Are you one of our classmates?" Red asked with a sneer. I know Red is annoyed with our classmates, and the girl also feels Red's annoyance with her.

Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnight canvas. Her natural eye color transcended the conventional hazel shade, revealing occasional flickers that had caught my attention on multiple occasions. Initially, I hadn't paid it much heed, dismissing it as a trivial peculiarity. However, now, as her eyes shimmered once more, I couldn't ignore it. Vampires' eye pupil tends to flicker to red when they are hungry for blood, agitated, desirous, or experiencing other intense sensations that could trigger a transformation. The crimson flicker of a vampire's pupils held a profound meaning.

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

Should she leave it to Sean or tell her everything she knew? “You don’t think of me any differently, do you?” Quinn choked on her swallow of the burning liquid. “Honestly? No, you’re not a werewolf or a vampire bloodsucker, are you?” When Claire vehemently shook her head, Quinn smiled. “Good. Just give me some time to process it all. After all, it’s not every day you realize that Twilight is actually real! And Jacob was my favorite, anyway.”

“Yes. As we exist, they exist. Witches, too.” “You gotta be kidding me.” “Nope. I’ve already told you about the witch that helped me find your mother. You weren’t that amazed then.” “Well, maybe it didn’t register right into my mind. So have you seen one?” “A witch?” “No, Dad. A vampire.” “No, son. We don’t like crossing paths. And they aren’t spotted if they don’t want to be.” “What do you mean?” “They have a gift. It’s called glamour. They can play with your mind. So, if I see one and he uses his gift, I can’t smell or sense him. I’d think he’s just a human.”

Twilight' breath hitched, hand slowly reaching for her bottom bleeding lip, and something dangerous flashed in her eyes—something Sephora didn’t miss. “That served you right. You really think this is some kind of fairy tale? Tssk… don’t make me laugh,” Sephora snarled. The aura around Twilight changed the moment their eyes met again. Clenching her jaw, Twilight took a step closer. “Sister-in-law,” she whispered. Her voice no longer held humor. It was cold, dark—and in that moment, Sephora forgot the fact that she had a stronger wolf.