Vampire Ballerina Novels & Stories

I was in the midst of a Necromancer and Cryomancer battle of sorts, and was trying to calm my mind. She was wearing a levi mini skirt, with some pink tennis shoes and a pink shirt. Her curly hair was a mess, of course, falling only to her shoulders at the time. She was a bit young for my taste, but even so, I couldn’t tear my eyes from hers. She walked by and flashed me a million dollar smile. I remember my heart fluttering and thinking how? She is simply Human, how can she make me involuntarily react like this? The next thing I knew a Vampire had appeared out from the woods and grabbed her, not realizing I was sitting close by. He was about to sink his teeth into her neck. She was screaming

“Stop listening to those horrible rumours about ballerinas, Dad!” “They are not rumours, dear.” Dad picks up the newspaper again. “I was married to a ballerina, remember? I know how ugly the world of ballet is. And I can see how stressed and tensed you are when I come to pick you up.” I nibble on my lips because I have nothing to say. It is true that ballet is hard and competitive but it is worth it. Nothing in this world comes easy on a platter, especially not ballet. Some ballerinas do get carried away and let envy fill their hearts, pushing them to do some unbelievable things. There have been rumours of shards of glass in ballet shoes and being locked in their rooms or the toilets. I make

He still has a mouth to talk. "Keep quiet, and let me tell you the truth, I, Tiara I'm a vampiress not a human being like you, I was sent on a mission here in the human world, I need seven lives, the life of covetous people like you, you made it easy by walking up to me yourself, I'm running out of time, I don't have the whole night to myself, who is going first?" I asked and they fell on each other.

The room is illuminated with light. “Better,” she says. Sandra gets out of her bed and heads downstairs towards the kitchen. “Woah the whole house is dark. It seems no one is at home. Where are they gone?” Sandra thought As she went to the sink, she saw a bowl lying with soup in it. As soon as she saw it, she remembered what had happened. She hurried came in her room and opened her closet. She took out a crystal ball and put it on the table. She mumbled something and light glowed in the ball. Soon she could see Alice’s face in the ball. She saw Alice smiling and laughing with Ethan and fate sisters. She noticed Alice’s wings and Ethan's fangs and fumed with anger. She threw the crystal ball

She slowly bent and sat beside the couch and sobbed loudly. CASTLE'S RESIDENCE, NIGHT OF BALL: The night went deep, and the half pale moon had chased the clouds away from its coverage. The Castle's residence was as well lit with bulbs, proceeding in was a large ballroom bulb, spinning and glittering on the skins of the ladies and gents in the house. Audience were much as the house itself held a vacuum, well spaced. People associated randomly but basically within their regions. The gathering was however sectioned with each specie of supernaturals operating within their bunch. The vampires were present, werewolves and of course the anomalies, the witches.

Nevertheless, the thought of Marion made her sad again that she didn’t even notice how she started to cry herself to sleep. Her memories shift to the day of the ball Adam has spoken about. It turns out that the vampires have decided to pay Dzhimara a visit. It angers Adam but for the sake of his kingdom, he agreed to the meeting and made sure that everything regarding the ball is well taken care off.

She reached for my hand and gently squeezed it and replied, “The days will flow by before you know” I sighed. Wait. She did not say day but days… How long was the Vampire ball going to last? “Eh, Grace, isn’t it just one night? Or maybe if the party really goes on for a long time…maybe two days at the max?” Grace looked at me as if I had grown another head. “No, my lady. The last Vampire ball was a long revel and it lasted for three to four weeks” What? “And you are telling this to me now?”

If I did reject him would Alexander be disappointed in me too, he asked me to follow this through for the Pack. At least I was still being trained up for the security team. It would appear Bram had kept his part of the discussion quiet as agreed. The big difference today was that I was finally getting some dance lessons. Ivan, Kyra, and some other Beta’s were in the ballroom offering coaching to me and a couple of other girls who were also turning eighteen before the ball. One, Sophie was a blue-eyed blonde who reminded me of Celeste wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt, the other was Raven, a very tall, striking girl with poker straight brown hair and very intense grey eyes.

Some of the servants hand us all plastic silver trays with 4 glasses of what I assume is sparkly wine, and we go into the room where the ball is being hosted. This bathroom is stunning. There are 3 huge chandeliers on the ceiling. The walls are white, and tan and the floors are a tan marble color. There are white-decorated tables towards the back which some people are sitting at. Others are gathered everywhere else dancing or talking. The color of the room and tables suddenly shifted to black, white, and gold. It is amazing. It keeps changing themes. Must be a witch they have. I put one hand behind my back and walked around, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. I saw King Damon's eyes follow

Rosier slanted his eyes. “Toying with a mortal? I wouldn't dare.” He smiled lazily. “At least a dance later, mi'lady, at Lady Bathory's ball. Surely you're taking her to that, Samael?” “Why in the seven hells would I take a human to a vampire masquerade?” Samael said between sips of a lush, impossible wine. I reeled: vampires? Really?