Vampire Bedding Novels & Stories

The only thing is the books that line the walls around them and the pool table felt that is a vibrant blue. Amber was having fun just admiring the suite and felt she would love a tour. However, she knew they had work to do, and after her last vision, she felt like they may be up against a really difficult time. Several hours went by, many bags of blood, a course of lunch and snacks, and plans after plans discussed, they all three had finally narrowed it down. Amber came up with some ideas that may take down the Zombies, however, it was going to be a trial and error until they were able to get samples of turned blood. Unlike her vampire concoction that helped speed the effects of the rust on

Master Vampire’s House (Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the chamber. Darius lay sprawled on his king-sized bed, his strawberry-blonde hair tousled as he savored the warmth of freshly drawn blood from a golden chalice. Beside him, a half-naked red-haired female trailed her lips across his chiseled torso, her hands eagerly exploring every inch of his cool, pale skin.

Several times on bed, against the wall, on the floor and even against the vast gate making sure to enjoy the thrill of having a forbidden in his arms. Staring at her asleep tried face in front of him he sighed heavily, he washed her up after his wild night with her and tugged her under the blanket he never used before. Vampire's were accustomed with staying awake all night, but they knew the art of keeping their eyes closed and fooling others that they can sleep too.

I made my way directly to Ricard’s chambers. I found him in his smaller rear chamber, stretched out upon his ornate four poster bed. Each of the bedposts was etched with incredibly detailed carvings of gargoyles and demons. The bed had no mattress, but the firm wooden platform was more than comfortable enough for a vampire. Ricard’s eyes were open, but they stared vacantly up at the cavern ceiling in what passed for vampire sleep. I stood silently in the chamber’s entrance, waiting for Ricard to acknowledge my presence. I did not have long to wait.

he said, leading her to the bed, “come lie with me until I fall asleep.” “Is it because of her that you don’t want to have sex?” she asked when they were in bed. “No, it’s because I’m tired, and everything’s gone kind of…limp.” “Ooooooh,” she said, looking relieved. “Why didn’t you just say so?” “Not even a six hundred and forty year old vampire wants to admit when he can’t perform.” She giggled, a sweet carefree sound that lightened his mood, and snuggled up to him. They lay like that, talking and joking until the rising sun forced him asleep.

He offered it. Since the vampires would be awake for the rest of the night, I went ahead and decided to sleep. I asked them where I could rest, interrupting their conversation, and Vanessa told me that I could use the third room on my right. It was a small but cozy room. The bed was a double and the sheets were white with baby green trimmings. I parted the windows and saw how the windows had this almost black film covering it. They were all drilled shut. I couldn’t open them even if I tried.

It has been hundreds of years since our last guest has made an appearance here. “I think that is a wonderful idea. We can create the gaming room down the hall in the servants’ quarters. It has all the amenities that the boys will require for them to have fun, and it will be close enough to their rooms so they can sleep when they are ready.” Sabastian scribbles notes as he walks around the room, scanning every inch to see what needs to be prepared for the arrival. “We need to make sure we have their favorite things in the fridge. Something simple and from home will help them feel a little more at ease.” “Can you get me a list of items you would like me to keep extra stock of?” He asks, rummag

There was a small cottage on the roof so she went into it. Another door was opened to the main building which led to a washroom. Outside the building was nothing compared to its interior. It was dark all through. The washroom was at a corner in the dimmed lit corridor which channeled numerous rooms and passageways. She pushed a door that led to a not-so-big dark corridor, welcoming her were five men emanating a powerful aura. She glared her eyes without a single flinch and they let her go in. Vampires had many things in common so they easily identified their kinds. it could be through their heartbeats, eyes, fangs, and other numerous ways.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo