Vampire Beds Novels & Stories

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 ‘tsk’ 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 blood-thirsty vampires. There was no time to admire or gloat over my new bedroom.

Was Claus actually a volatile and unpredictable tyrant? The maids took each of us to our respective dorm room. The room was simply furnished. To be honest, I didn't like the decoration at all - It almost only had the white candlelight, the cross, and a black coffin. It meant that...... I had to sleep in the coffin in the next few days? This was not acceptable to me. Did vampires hate beds? I mean the normal beds! Why they must sleep in that depressing coffin? I really disgusted about this habit of vampires. I planned to sleep directly on the floor. Well, it would be much better than I slept in that coffin.

About an hour after the sun has risen, I go to sleep. My bed is Vampyre style, which consists of a thin mattress on the floor and a wooden platform about three feet above it, ideal for protection from the light. A tipped-over coffin, basically, Anna said the first time she saw it, and I still hate her a bit for it. But it’s deliciously comfortable, and I bemoan the fact that I could never find anything like this in Human territory, let alone among the Weres. Then, before I doze off, I wonder whether that’s even relevant. What will happen to me next? With Owen ascending, will there even be a need for marriages of convenience between our people?

He said within my mind, our connection strong. I moved to sit with my legs beneath me, looking around the chamber as Silas paced; the large canopy bed the centre piece of the entire room while a single wardrobe and a set of doors stood at the other side. It was bare for a vampire’s room, though I wasn’t sure who it belonged to. I once again wiped away the tears that slipped from my eyes, my mind thinking about the only person who had shown me kindness, the only one who had smiled at me to be nice; not because I had a certain power.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I would guess it being pure gold. This must be the biggest bedroom I have ever seen in my whole life, and it's lavishly decorated in purple and gold drapes. The massive bed sits on a raised platform in the middle of the room, underneath a gold mirrored ceiling. It makes me wonder just how rich these royal vampires are.

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

As the door slowly creaked open, a dark red room entered my vision as my jaw almost dropped to the floor in shock. As my feet carried me inside, my eyes lingered around taking in the structure of room. The walls of the room were covered in dark red wallpaper, the same color as dried blood. The room was lit up by a single candle, casting eerie shadows all around. The furniture in the room was all black, including a four-poster bed with black silk sheets and a wardrobe with a single door that seemed to be made out of ebony. In the center of the room, there was a large wooden table with a natural brown finish that contrasted with the red and black of the rest of the room. On the table lay an ol

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

comforting at the same time. Scarlett had been stuck in a dreamless sleep. Which was a first. She didn't see a vestige from her mother's memories, nor had a visit from her conscious. Which meant, that if she doesn't have those vestiges, it's just blank. Dark. Empty. Nothing else. Vampires don't have dreams after all, so maybe that was a side to it. She began to roll over to the other side of the bed. A large double bed to add.