Vampire Beds Novels & Stories

They started laughing and celebrating as they escorted him to his room. "Tada! I put security on it and you can set up your code at the door." Viper said. "I decorate the room," Violet said with a smile. The room is dark red and the bed has red sheets. "I base it on Fifty Shades of Grey." "Oh, okay." He nodded and they peeked at his room as he put down his bag. He stared at them for a while and he approached them and closed the door.

In the grand hall of the vampire kingdom, an air of regal elegance hung thick in the air. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries depicting centuries of vampiric history, and the ceiling was an intricate mosaic of stars and moonlight. At the heart of the hall, an imposing obsidian throne stood, its edges carved with intricate designs that spoke of power and authority.

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.

We both fed our mate bond for years without realizing it, and now I could never let go of him. The riot in my head made it hard to find a comfortable position despite the high quality of the bedding. It was like laying down on a fluffy cloud. At least wolves knew the importance of a good rest and what is needed to attain it. Not like the vampires who never sleep. They think that beds are just decorative furniture to complete the interior design of their cribs.

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.

“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

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

I wanted to distance myself from him as I revealed the truth and did not want him to feel violated by me. "While you were asleep," I told him, "I came into your room, and I… I gave you some." Sol was shocked, silent for a moment, so I took it as an opportunity to speak. "I… I can't explain the exact effects or how it works. But I realized from an early point that my blood could be used to heal vampiric injuries." I motioned to the spot on my neck that mimicked the place he had gotten bitten. "The place where you had been bitten was infected. It must have been from a vampire who was riddled with a blood disease. It was infecting you too."

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

He simply brushed past her short curvy form and walked directly to her room. With a frown and a quick look outside her door, Violet popped her head back into her home, and closed the wooden barricade. Securing the bands of her robe even tighter against her shape, Violet timidly headed back to her bedroom, and upon crossing the doorframe, she noticed the vampire lying in her bed. He laid flat on his back on the left side of the queen mattress, seeing that Violet's figure had formed a personal mold on the left side. His hands were intertwined and resting on his pelvis, as if he had been laid to rest in a coffin. Unsure of what to do, Violet gulped and bit the dead skin off her lips, while she