Vampire Ballerina Novels & Stories

The dark ballroom got even darker when Rhazien clapped his hands, and the dangerous tension in the room rose considerably. “Do you think they’ll dance with me?” Lucifer asked, his eyes fixed on a group of vampires. “They would be honored, King of Envy,” Credence replied. “Many of us have never had the privilege of meeting a demon.” "Why is that?" I asked with interest, glancing at the human girls twirling around in beautiful dresses, their vampire partners looking down at them like they were a snack.

I absentmindedly ran my fingers through her hair. “I have recently come across some information that The Others are Vampires, at least four of them are. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get into Lord Elwyn’s castle without looking suspicious to question their Ringmaster, Claude… Who apparently has been letting them hold secret meetings in his backroom for who knows how long… Apparently, luck is on my side though, because it just so happens that I have been invited to the annual Blood Ball. I normally ignore the request, but this is the perfect opportunity to get inside. It’s this Saturday evening, and I can bring two plus ones and our pets. Are you guys in?” I asked.

Polished wood and velvet. The ballroom sprawled before them—a cathedral of decadence. Vampires glided across the marble floor in gowns and tailored suits, their movements inhumanly graceful. Chandeliers dripped with candles, their flames reflecting in countless dark eyes. Mortals moved among them like lambs in a den of wolves—servers carrying trays of crimson-filled goblets, musicians playing with blank, glassy stares. “You keep your head down, sugar,” Odessa murmured in Rio’s ear. “The Elders are watching.”

Then, turning towards a fallen Hailey, I asked, "Is this some of your new tricks to separate me and Daniel? Because trust me they aren't working." "Don't trust me then. But, will you deny what you see with your own eyes? You won't. Right? Daniel is a vampire. Not just any vampire. He's the Vampire King of Eleneas. I saw it with my own eyes!" Hailey's words just made me narrow my eyes at the game she and her brother were playing to separate me and Daniel.

The guards—two hulking cyber-vampires equipped with plasma-pikes—moved to block them, their red optical sensors scanning for royal invitations. Scarlett didn't even break her stride. Her cosmic eyes flared for a fraction of a second, entirely rewriting the guards' localized neural logic. The vampires abruptly stepped aside, bowing deeply as the heavy doors swung open. The ballroom was a masterpiece of gothic decadence. Massive crystal chandeliers dripped with what looked suspiciously like glowing red wine, illuminating thousands of aristocratic vampires draped in velvet, lace, and chrome. The air was thick with the scent of dark magic, expensive perfume, and predatory arrogance.

This vampire couldn't take a hint even if it was waving right in his face, even if someone whispered it into his ears, he would still remain ignorant. "Well, I can't." She shoved him in his chest, pushing him away. "I'm done with this boring conversation. Have a fine evening." Not looking back, she excused herself from the ballroom, but not before casually making herself another glass of wine and taking it along with her. There was someone really addictive about it. It wasn't so quiet outside, the music from the ballroom still sipped into the air but this place didn't feel quiet crowed. It almost seemed empty as more guests were inside the ballroom. Zezi assumed what importance this ceremony

, she ordered Selma. “But, ...I can’t, I’m not even dressed properly...“, Selma was trying to escape, but Raven was persistent. “You look great, you wearing make-up, your hair is good and you wearing a dress.” “Now, take me to that ball”, Raven said, firmly. “I was never here before”, Selma said when they entered the ballroom, full of pureblooded vampires. It was huge, filled with bright lights and golden decorations, together with red and golden furniture.

There's a lot going on today considering today is a big day for all people, dare I say vampires. It is the royal grand ball! Can you believe that? Yep. A vampire ball is a thing. Sage bought me a formal dress to wear to the event. It is a long, white strapped dress that falls elegantly on the ankle. The tiny gems glimmer when hit by the moonlight; beautiful is an understatement. It looks simple, just the way I like it.

There werewolves and vampires in the room. Lisa's scarlet dress clung to her figure snugly, making her appear more shapely. Ruben spun her across the dance floor, bringing her through unfamiliar moves. She admired the way he made it appear as though she knew what she was doing.

A well-known sting - the girl who refused to dance at every gala, waiting for a partner who chose someone else. But they didn't know about the Freshman Ball. Didn't know my first dance had already been stolen by a Vampire Prince. "A demonstration sounds perfect." Ivy egged the teacher on. "Let's see if the White Witch has any rhythm, or if she's just all talk." Professor Point nodded, gesturing to center floor. "A Pas de Deux then. Lady Duskbane, since Lady Petra already has you in hand... if you please." The music began. Haunting high-tempo violin arrangement requiring perfect synchronization. Petra stepped into the male role without hesitation.