Vampire Bedding Novels & Stories

Elias with his mischievous grin, Seraphine with her fiery hair cascading like blood over her pale shoulders, Viktor’s powerful frame moving silently, and Damien whose dark gaze never left the pulse beating frantically in my throat. The room they brought me to was breathtaking in its decadence. Heavy crimson velvet drapes covered the tall windows, blocking out the moonlight except for thin silver beams that sliced across the floor like blades. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center, draped in black silk sheets that looked soft enough to drown in. Candles flickered everywhere, casting dancing shadows that made the vampires’ flawless skin glow with an otherworldly pallor. The air carrie

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

I added slyly as I made my way into the bedroom. He stood in a place for a moment longer before following me into the room. I was astonished at how big the big room was. It had a king-sized bed with a ton of dressers. There was also an attached bathroom which I was relieved to see. Like everything else in the villa, his furniture was dark, and his curtains were closed tightly, making the room appear gloomy. I now understood that it was because the sun makes vampires ill, but I wasn’t a vampire and I wasn’t going to keep this room looking gloomy.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

He opened one of the double doors and walked in. Kat stepped hesitantly in, looking around to see if there was any chance of a window that opened. To her dismay she found there were no windows at all. This room was a sleeping den for a vampire where no light of day was allowed to enter. Kat half expected to see a coffin in the middle of the room, instead there stood proudly in the middle of the room a large black four poster bed, it was adorned with a black and gold inlaid bed spread with a black and grey flecked wolf skin rug draped over the bottom edge and thick expensive Egyptian cotton sheets also in black. The bed looked inviting and comfortable except that Kat could clearly see the ste

The arched windows stretched from floor to ceiling, draped in heavy velvet curtains of midnight blue embroidered with the Malvore crest, a black wolf howling at a crescent moon. At the heart of the room stood a magnificent canopied bed, its frame carved from ancient mahogany and inlaid with mother-of-pearl runes of protection. The bed was dressed in layers of silk sheets and furs, in hues of champagne, silver, and shadow. A seating area by the hearth featured tufted chairs of black leather and velvet, arranged around a low table carved from a single piece of onyx. " We are so doing sleepovers every day of the week" Sloane says still gwarking at masterpiece called my bedroom.

I exhale and follow his lead. Pureblood vampires seem to have a thing for luxury; with Gabriel, it’s his two-wheeled toys, but with these vampires it’s opulence. Obsidian and ivory color scheme, gold chandeliers placed carefully, giving the place a warm glow. Paintings, antique furniture, black drapes - a proper medieval fucking thing. A dark-skinned man greets us in the entryway and gestures for us to follow him into the throne room. Wow, these vamps think highly of themselves to even still have a fucking throne room; I’m sure I’ll hate them when I see their arrogant faces.

The bed, however, was neatly wrapped up with a warm, peach-colored blanket with at least five pillows surrounding the headboard. As I stood gawking at my new room, I heard Draven grunt before giving me a slight push inside, sending me stumbling forward. I swiftly turned around and stood up straight before regaining my posture, realizing that I was still in a mansion full of bloodthirsty vampires. There was no time to admire or gloat over my new bedroom.

She was on cloud nine to have found Ben. We got to a set of double doors that she very theatrically opened up. Making quite the production of showing off her room. She will be sad to see the accommodations at the palace. Not that the palace isn’t beautiful, it’s not quite this extravagant. Her room was more of what I expected when picturing a vampire. The black silk sheets matched the scarlet red room. Everything was either black or red, but the room was large enough it wasn’t suffocating. The furniture was black leather and even the massive vanity was a mostly black marble.

It took her a time to put together where she was and who was laying next to her in this unfamiliar bed. She rolled onto her side and looked at the vampire while he was sleeping. He was only wearing boxer briefs, which exposed his six-pack abs, broad shoulders, and broad chest, all of which would have made any male model green with envy. Suddenly, she became aware of the fact that he had stopped breathing. He did not react in any way when she touched his arm. She chewed on the inside of her lower lip nervously. Perhaps when vampires went to sleep, they really did pass away. The idea of sleeping next to a deceased person is eerie, even if that deceased person was as rakishly attractive and all