Vampire Charm Novels & Stories

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?

"My lord, these vampires possess charm that transcends the ordinary. They are the epitome of allure, strategically chosen to captivate and manipulate our werewolf foes. Allow me to demonstrate." As the alluring vampires stepped forward, Simon observed with interest. The women exuded an enchanting aura, while the men displayed an irresistible charisma. The allure was palpable, even within the vampire mansion's confines. Simon, recognizing the potential of this unique strategy, chuckled. "Joey, you have indeed displayed cunning in your approach. This allure could prove to be a powerful weapon against our enemies."

“A what?” Keilor shook his head slowly. “She could be nothing else. I’m certain of it.” Jayems swore and got to his feet, pacing with barely controlled frustration. Charmers possessed a special pheromone, a mutation on the human norm. It had little effect on human men but caused the Haunt males, with their more sensitive noses, to become their mindless slaves.

This illumination dissipated almost instantaneously when her finger left contact with the surface. “Yeah. Well, it's a bit easier to place a charm on metal than a person, so there's not much work being done to keep it going,” he said. “It's always going to try to return to you, so you can't have it used against you. And it will open any lock you put it into, so, you know, that's a plus.” Sofia blinked. “Even vampires?” Somito grinned. "Especially when it comes to vampires. It’s not foolproof. You need to be careful, yes, but I don’t like the idea of you out there alone and undefended.”

"Do you want something to drink ... or eat?" "No. I don't eat or drink." "Mmm. Are you sure? Let me ask you a question. Exactly how long have you been a Vampire?" "Why?" I asked. "Well, I never met a real Vampire, but I thought they were all scary and evil. You kinda remind me of a lady who works in my office. Cherie. She can be scary, though. But in a Don't-Get-In-My-Face-Whiteboy way. Not in an I'm-A-Bloodsucking-Fiend way. No offense."

“Then take it back.” “How?” She leaned forward. “Write the truth.” I swallowed. “I don’t know if I’m brave enough.” Sienna reached out and touched my hand, just for a moment. “You are,” she said. “You just forgot.” *** Back home, I set the charm on my desk. It caught the light from the window, casting a pale, bluish glow over my closed laptop. I stared at it for a long time. Then I opened the laptop. The cursor blinked at me again, still smug.

My chest feels sensitive, my senses are dialed to an unbearable eleven, and yesterday I nearly took a man’s throat out because he stepped too close to me in the Blood Archives. "No," I rasp, my voice cracking in the empty bathroom. "It’s impossible. He didn't... we didn't..." But Northern Alphas are different. Their virility is legend, their knots designed to ensure a bloodline continues even in a storm. I reach into my pack and pull out an apothecary vial—a Lunar Insight charm. It’s meant for high-ranking pack matrons, but I’d swiped it from the Moonveil Medical Fortress "just in case." I prick my finger with a silver needle and drop a single bead of blood into the shimmering liquid.

The fabric clung to her body, outlining every delicate curve, and his heartbeat surged. Fuck, she didn’t even seem aware of how breathtaking she looked. Eyes closed, lips parted.........she was both angel and sin. And he found himself unable to look away. Like a devotee to his goddess, he watched her unblinkingly as she lured him deeper into the spell of her charm.

I am sure that any vampire who decides to attack us, just with one sip of her blood, would get diabetes. We arrived, and then we headed to Sergei's castle. Yesterday, Zane and Max visited him. Today, we were there, not for him but for Ziva. “Dante! It is nice to see you,” He greeted us, and I smiled. “Charmaine, how wonderful to have you here,” he added, and Charmaine gave him one of her practiced smiles, the ones that feel natural, but are the furthest thing from a natural smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Sergei said, asking us to walk into his unnervingly dark castle.

"And if you need proof of whether your charm works or not, just look at Ash. He is completely under your spell." A thick blush crept onto my cheeks, even though I didn't think it was true. Ash was a powerful vampire, a noble, and the rightful king. He was wealthy beyond my imagination, and his looks could possibly strike women in every realm. Next to him, I felt more like Cinderella, but one without a Fairy Godmother and glass slippers. I had no complaints against the slippers, though; with all my luck, they could be even less comfortable than those stilettos.