Vampire Beds Novels & Stories

Ezra crooned. When Ezra opened the door, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the sight in front of me wasn’t it. There was a king-sized bed that took up the majority of the room. There was also a large overstuffed couch and a ridiculously huge flat screen television; a bachelor pad of epic proportions. There was a fireplace in the corner. I'm not sure why vampires would care about such things, but it added ambience to the room, done in rich jewel tones.

As Alpha Aiden entered the room, the air was always slightly damp and musty, giving the room an ancient, almost haunted feel. The room was arranged with a large circular table in the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs, each with a small pedestal in front of them. The pedestals are used to hold the cups and chalices of blood that vampires consume during their meetings. The table is adorned with ancient maps, old books, and various other arcane items that the vampires use in their mission planning.

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.

The master bedroom was not a place of comfort; it was a monument to Arthur Sterling’s ego. The walls were draped in heavy, dark crimson silk that looked like dried blood in the dim light of the flickering candles. The furniture was made of ancient, blackened oak, carved with sharp edges that seemed designed to bruise. But it was the bed that drew Mary’s eyes—a massive, elevated platform with four thick posts and velvet curtains that could be pulled shut to swallow whoever lay within.

A jolt of electricity run through his hand at the extreme coldness radiating from the silver handle. He took a deep breath and opens it. The room that they found themselves in was decorated purely or a vampire queen. Marble black and white floor, a dark goth queen bed with sheer black drapes on the corner of the room and across of it is a balcony looking outside facing Dzhimara. The bed itself has red fabrics beneath the black cover, red ribbons decorating the top pane of the bed bringing colour to the black drapes. On the bed was Eve who wore her black strapless dress.

Well, I do find it an odd word to call four walls. In silence, I am staring at the ceiling, focussing on one little pesky bug that I fear will drop onto me any second now. Now true to Vampire style, I have a great Victorian bed with the red curtains and matching linen to go with that. Well, if you are two-hundred-and-eighty, you grow accustomed to certain things.

When we reach, Vance releases me and pushes them open so that I can see the room beyond. To say that these vampires lived lavishly was an understatement. A large chandelier hung from the center of the room and was surrounded by a large mirror that reflected everything beneath, from the bed to the dressers to a grand piano that sat in the corner. The floor beneath our feet was covered in lush red carpet, and a large bearskin rug sat under the king-size bed. “Come inside,” Vance orders, stepping aside. “Don’t just stand there.” Nodding, I take a few steps forward and continue to take in the area around me until my eyes come to rest on large blackout curtains. Just one pull of those and Vance w

Then again she pretty much thinks that everything is a big deal, that's just how she is. I glanced down at her, watching her chest steadily rise and fall. The heat that her body gave off was one of the main reasons that I didn't mind sleeping with her at my side. I'm sure that most vampires have a guilty pleasure when it comes to the heat of their pets, whether they're willing to admit it or not. Something about it was addicting to be around and difficult to let go of once you had it.. I let out a quiet sigh. I needed to get up fairly soon. I had yet another meeting with the committee today to discuss this month's blood collection, while Xander took care of his half.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?