Vampire Ballerina Novels & Stories

he says before leaving the room. Carrie knows he is lying, but she doesn’t care, even if her plan to isolate green hair from her support system for the ball failed, she knows the vampire queen is already planning something. It will all be over tonight, and she will get the affectionate Arnoux back. The ball was prepared in the fanciest ways, Carrie had hired the best shapeshifter to prepare for it. The half-moon was just a nice icing on the cake as it illuminated werewolves’ power, not as much a full moon would have but it was better than nothing.

Vladimir sat on the throne as he gazed at the females that had gathered in the ballroom for a chance to dance with the King. The white walls of the Royal ballroom with green and golden detailing were decorated with black roses, resembling the darkness that resided within Vladimir's soul. Enormous crystal chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling that illuminated the remarkable yet vague piece of architecture. Only selective Vampires were invited to the Royal Ball and among them were the deadliest Vampire warriors, a bunch of political pussies, and a large number of females who thought that they had a shot at being the Vampire Queen.

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the strong feeling I'm being watched as I turn I see a vampire coming straight at me, I snear knowing I'm not your average wolf, and I can easily take him. As he gets to me I grab him and throw him into the water, my flight or fight response is surprising me as it usually tells me not to fight but not this time. The vampire comes for me again and I let Kylo take control shifting into my wolf. Kylo snaps at him, missing him by centimetres as he hits Kylo in the side "he's not a regular vampire Ky he has no scent be careful" I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere a

My whole body was drenched, tears streaming down as I dry heaved. It went on for a couple of seconds before I collapsed on the floor. My arms went around my waist, hugging myself as the tears flowed down my cheeks. I had wrecked my brain on what could be happening and nothing. Vampir had not been around for the whole week, trying to get everything in order before we left for the Werewolf king's ball. An invitation had been sent through an email from the king himself, inviting us to the yearly king's ball. I did not want to go but Husband insisted, not wanting to miss the opportunity to show me around as his arm candy.

I looked down at the fire, and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest when it caught my trousers. Fuck. I should have fucking worn a skirt! My voice shook as I replied. “I didn't remember going to the Ball. Please just.. Just stop this madness!” She laughed, the sound jagged and echoing with venom. “Don’t bother pretending you have amnesia overnight. I saw the way she looked at you. I know what you’re trying to do. You think you can take her from me? Then I’ll make sure you never forget that she’s mine!” “Marilynn, she’s just a half-blood. She doesn't deserve your energy. Let’s leave her alone for now.” One of the male vampires spoke up, but the other male cackled.

“I couldn’t find anything more boring to do. And Queen Victoria is doing her best to make it as unbearable as possible. Luckily, my torture ends tomorrow night.” “Oh yes, tomorrow night!” Will said dreamily. “Maybe I’ll meet my fated one.” Darina sighed. She would never have that chance—no fated mate, and even her chosen mate didn’t want her. But she said nothing. After a quick shower, she grabbed a light breakfast in her room and went to finish the ball preparations. Of course, Queen Victoria, Jackie, and Larissa were already in the lounge with the event planners. “My dear, good you’re here,” Luna Victoria said with a smirk. “Join Linda and finalize the designs for the table centrepieces an

The hall lights changed from the bright white light to a blue light, which made it quite dim. The ballet students entered with their toes on the ground, the white popsocks they wore adding to the beauty of the dance. Slowly they walked in, the white light shimmered on them only. From right to left, the rhythm went while they swapped their feet in the air and danced according to the beat. “Seems you find it quite interesting,” she nodded while gazing at Lex. “I had always wanted to be a ballerino, but as the princess of the Moonshadow pack, it was unacceptable,” Nico smiled as she watched the presentation.

“I’d forgotten about your… bane.” She pulled a face. “Trust you to notice them.” “They’re quite cute.” “On a ten-year-old, maybe. Not on a ‘prima ballerina’ of ‘The London Dance Company’. I bet Alexandra Danilova didn’t have freckles.” Fabien saw the exact moment that she remembered, again, that she was no longer a prima ballerina. The light in her eyes dimmed and her full lips pressed together as though she was trying to contain something.

The dress was a symphony of elegance, with intricate lacework adorning the bodice and a flowing skirt that whispered of fairy tales and dreams. As Ava made her way into the ballroom, she felt a mix of awe and trepidation. The scene before her was a spectacle to behold. The room was aglow with a sea of shimmering gowns and dashing tuxedos, accompanied by the melodies of a live orchestra. Laughter and whispers floated through the air, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and intrigue. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for familiar faces. And there, amidst the sea of elegantly dressed guests, she spotted Victoria Harrington, a woman who had always managed to find joy in belittling and mock