Twilight Vampire Gifts Novels & Stories

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

“We saw the Vamp’s body downstairs. I almost shit on my panties while rushing up the stairs until I saw your boys outside. They said you're good.” “Wait...” I twist my finger to silently ask for a repetition of what she said. “You saw my what?” “Your boys,” she repeats, laughing so hard. “In case you didn’t notice, you've got a mountain of presents waiting for you at the door. I counted nine boxes. Three dream blockers and a fancy fang-pendant necklace. Tell me that’s not the Vampire’s fang.” gods! These princes have added more gifts to the already heaped ones.

I’m sure I would know if I had, but better safe than sorry. “A Vampire's mark is placed on their chosen mate's body, usually upon the neck, collarbone or shoulder, but can be placed anywhere. The mark symbolizes that the Vampire is taken and for others to steer clear. A Vampire always has a choice who they mark, but in very rare circumstances a Vampire will have a gifted mate. A gifted mate is a person who was specifically made for the Vampire from birth. Gifted mates are extremely rare, only 12 Vampires in the known world have a gifted mate. There may be others out there, but they have not yet been revealed. It is said that the bond between a Vampire and their gifted mate is unbreakable, an

I had to laugh at that. "Dude, seriously?" Zane was feeling annoyed as here we were sitting at this table for an hour already with Marcus, Tanner, and Logan, and Tanner couldn't stop asking about this and that and guessing what prevents us from entering someone's mind. No dragon would reveal such a secret as only a mere few shifters knew about how to protect themselves from us, and neither one of us was really too keen to reveal the answer. “A garlic? No wait, that is vampires.” Tanner continued on, and turned towards Logan and Marcus as he asked, “That is for vampire’s right?”

Caitlin looked over and saw the twins, Taylor and Tyler, standing behind her. “I made it myself,” Tyler said. “And I added the flourish,” Taylor said. “It’s your typical sangria,” Tyler said. “A little wine, a little fruit—” “And a little something special,” Taylor interjected, “To add a kick. Just for vampires. Fresh venison blood.” He took the pitcher and poured some into a large, jewel-encrusted goblet. Caitlin took it and drank. It was delicious, and it went right to her head.

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

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I growled but failed to hide the affection in my voice. Instead of sassing to my taunt with, "Because you love me too much and will die without me," the vampire whispered, "Your secret is safe with me. Does anyone else know ?" "No. Only our parents." She nodded and took my glass and expensive bottle with her. "Where do you think are you taking them ?" I asked. "These are 'thank you' gifts from you to me," she shrugged. "What ?! Why ?" Why didn't I, the "gift giver" know ?

I’ve never seen one before, they are rare and almost never interact with werewolves, but he looks exactly like what I would expect a male fae to look like. In his hands, he has a gift, wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with twine. “This is for you,” and he hands me the gift. I look up at him. “Thank you. Is there a card?” He arches an arrogant eyebrow at my question. “It requires none.” And he turns on his heel to leave. Before he exits, he states loudly, “My debt is paid in full.” And he walks out. I stare down at the gift in my hands. For some reason, the lack of a card and decorative wrapping has me nervous of what this could be. I untie the twine and open the wrapping. I gasp and my

“Besides, she adores you. She’d never set you up with a creep.” “True,” Lena conceded. “She does sort of act like my second grandmother.” “With witchy tendencies,” Mara added brightly. “Oh, definitely. She carries enough crystals to open a shop.” They shared a laugh, the kind that made a tight knot unwind in Lena’s chest. Then Mara leaned closer and whispered, “You know she’s a shifter, right?” Lena rolled her eyes. “She told me that, yes. It could also be dementia.” “No. She was dead serious. I googled her family name… there are articles. Old newspaper stuff.” Mara shivered. “If she offers you tea, don’t drink it unless she tells you what’s in it.”