Vampire Charming Novels & Stories

"Charm... That is real in a way. I have spent a lot of attempts trying to find a True Original-elegance vampire." "How so?" . . . ……

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?

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

Am I like that before? "They helped us to move forward, so why should I ignore them? Besides, I'm a changed man," I said to her, and she smiled at me, which made me happy. Finally! I finally saw that smile again. I finally saw the source of my strength, her smile. "Oh, Danrious, where are you off to?" Miss Tenny asked the one living at the far end of the apartment building on the first floor. She's a mortal and a widowed woman. Her husband was a vampire, and they have a child who's a dhampir.

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

he said with that sexy, in control voice of his. "And how do you plan to do that Nicholas?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Well you might not want to know all the details Clara, but first thing is to make you fall hopelessly, irrevocably in love with me." He said those words like it was going to be his life mission and something about this vampire made it so clear that he doesn't joke around I felt shivers, the bad kind. Somehow I had no doubts that I didn't stand a chance against his charm, but something in me kept telling me that he was way too dangerous… I mean he is a vampire, I must be really crazy for sticking around this long.

Maria asked, her slow, drawling accent and her wide, warm charming smile making it impossible to believe she was a vampire. Charming being the operative word to describe most vampires. Charm wasn’t a word applied to werewolves. At least, not the ones she knew. She refocused on her sister-in-law’s question. “I’m fine,” Arabella said automatically. She was so far from fine, but that would require her to reveal just how far away she was from the Arabella of the past and she wasn't ready for that ,at least not yet. “And Is the house working out fine?”