Vampire Actor Novels & Stories

The only fast way was simply to swim considering this side of the beach was deserted with no speed boats in sight. "Going for a swim?" a male voice asked with an Irish accent. Kim spun around heel in head ready to take him. The man regarded her coolly. He had reddish brown hair falling to his shoulders and he stood perfectly still in a black suit. He looked to be in his twenties, maybe older with scruff covering his chin and cheeks. After a second of analyzing him, Kim knew without a doubt he was a vampire. No human could have snuck up on her so easily.

The penanggal breed of east Asia. The third vampire looked a bit like a human. But with very pale skin, with spots and blemishes, red and glossy eyes, muscle-filled body, brooded figure, sharper-looking fangs and nails like that of the Wolverine. He was the guard vampire; The gatekeeper. The Neuntoter from the German vampire species. The vampire that was popularly known as the 'nine killers'

It was one of their vampire guests, not Damien’s nephew. The man was incredibly good-looking. He had a youthful face, yet his eyes told otherwise. With his chiseled jawline, beautiful eyes, and lean muscles visible through his white shirt, she found he was just her type. She’d be drooling over him if he wasn’t married, or if she wasn’t thoroughly obsessed with Damien. “You… you startled me.” The vampire—Silas, was it?—stared at her, eyes unblinking. With the way he looked so serious, one might think her face held the secret to the universe.

the person I wanted to protect. "There's one more thing," Julian's expression turned serious. "About your past." I put down my brush. "Isabella Morane was found dead in her cell yesterday," he said, handing me a newspaper. "Killed by other vampire inmates, apparently." I glanced at the headline. I felt nothing. "And Alistair Valerius has taken a new role. He's now an arbiter on the Conclave of Veils," Julian continued. "He's dedicated himself to maintaining peace between humans and vampires. They say his work has been exceptional."

Matteo stepped into a dark hallway, with candles flickering along the walls. His short blond hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes scanned the area until they found a black coffin sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over and gently lifted the lid. Inside, the vampire Vlad was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest. Matteo knew Vlad hated being woken up, but this couldn't wait. He sharpened his claws and sliced open his own palm, letting his blood drip onto Vlad's lips.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

I was about to stand to see clearly how the fight was going on when someone suddenly grabbed me from the back. "Got you," said the baritone voice as I felt a strong arm around my shoulders, holding me captive. I froze in fear. A man. A vampire. He must be with the long-haired woman!

It's like we're in a teleserye where the most important character in the story will enter with matching wind and the silence of the people here in the hall. I saw a man enter with black hair and red lips, a sharp nose and Sea green eyes. There was a mole on the side of his eye and he was wearing a black leader and black pants, he was wearing rings and they were really shining. "He's Creed Lux ​​Vaughn, the eldest of the Vaughn's. He's known to be hot -headed but he's nice when you two are close. He's a Half Vampire and half wolf. you see his Sea green eyes? That's his best asset, but be careful because those eyes are already hypo hihi. " The story of Lit.

This was about power and strategy, as always. Before me stood a man with a calm yet calculating posture. His pale skin, too flawless, resembled marble carved to perfection. His dark eyes held a cold glint that pierced through anyone who dared to meet his gaze. Virgil Vissarion, the vampire introduced as their representative. He appeared to be in his early thirties, but I knew he was far older than that. “Of course, you must be the renowned Alpha werewolf,” Virgil said, his voice laced with sarcasm, breaking the tense silence. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, almost mocking.

The vampire stands on the edge of the thirteenth floor, the spotlight below illuminating the contours, the shadows playing dynamically at the slightest movement. Dark hair in small strands descends just below the eyebrows. At the back of the head, slightly elongated. A sharp chin with powerful, well-defined cheekbones. Slightly sunken cheeks. The jaw muscles play under the skin, which is riddled with vertical depressions that sometimes appear on the face of a vampire. Pale, with small streaks, the skin around the eyes is much darker, gently changing tone, going down. Symmetrical eyebrows, at the base of the nose, form two vertical skin folds. The thin line of the lips is raised in a broken a