Vampire Charming Novels & Stories

a languid, velvety voice tickled Tristan’s ear with its breath. The high vampire sat on a throne-chair, looking at his brothers standing in the hall with an attentive gaze. Thin female arms wrapped around his shoulders, pressing him to his right side. The cooing whisper caused a sweet shiver in the surrounding vampire youths. William couldn't help but winced. Genevieve had no shame at all. However, they looked beautiful: long-legged, slender Tantario with blue eyes like the summer sky and light wheat hair - and a young vampire, flexible, like a cat, with blood-red hair, elastic curls flowing down her back, and with a dark, flaming look , in which an orange light sparkled. Ice and fire…

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

She’s quiet, and then she responds, “You came in to get some coffee.” “I meant at night.” “No, we didn’t.” Her voice is a little calmer than before. It’s as if having her back to me is giving her the time to compose herself. “Do you want one espresso shot or two?” “One,” I murmur, my eyes fixed on her slender back. She’s got a full figure, slim but curvy, a generous chest, and a perfectly shaped behind. It feels like I’m leering at her; ashamed, I focus my gaze on the back of her neck. Normally, if I’m in close proximity to a vampire, my wolf is uneasy, sensing the threat, but Charlotte doesn’t incite the same reaction.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

Then, without any warning, he began speaking out loud enough for everyone to hear. “The vampire who just had his third spar has been using subtle compulsion and mind influence on his opponent. He’s not unbeatable, just manipulative.” He paused. “He’s good at it. I like him actually, but disqualified!” I blinked, stunned. He continued without missing a beat. “There are charms in the left corner and beneath the rug. Proximity-based. I can feel them from here and it’s irritating. The redhead witch keeps glancing at that corner. Disqualified!”

Something about her seemed so dangerously alluring, but he couldn't understand why. "Easy." Jayce growled deeply at him, his crimson eyes dark with murderous intent. Dante put up his hands. "You're quite lucky to have such a lovely lady at your side. Especially one with such remarkable beauty." Dante winked at her. Lily's cheeks flushed lightly before she rested her hands on her hips. "So, you're that type of man. I'm a little disappointed that that's the charming personality of the very first Vampire." she said sadly. "Ouch, what a jab at my ego." he winced, patting his chest gently. Lily out a small laugh before moving her attention to Janice.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood vampires.