Vampire Charming Novels & Stories

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

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.

Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed. The 450 year old vampire was smitten with the well-preserved sensuality of the conservative businesswoman. She had proven most receptive to his anal impalements and her blood was so pure that it was almost like the delicate taste of an untouched virgin. He stroked her beautiful long silky hair resting with exotic temptation on her hauntingly white unblemished skin.

Laura looked at me with even more compassion in her eyes. “Then, that’s why you were craving blood,” she told me. “When a vampire is extremely stressed, worried, or upset in any way, they crave blood. It’s kind of like the equivalent of alcohol. It’s perfectly normal. The important thing is that you controlled it, and nobody got hurt. That’s what makes you different than them, Ruby,” she said, pointing out the window and across the campus where the isolation house was. That’s where the vampires that can’t control their urges live. Ruby shuddered at the thought of being sent there.

"You have to be a brave woman if you're going to date a vampire." "But the vampires in movies are terrifying. You aren't." "Then what am I?" “Charming... and gentle,” Barbara answered. "Hmm, I wouldn't be so sure. I can be quite terrifying—you just haven't seen it yet," Joe countered. "Well, don't turn scary in front of me, okay?" Barbara pleaded. "Why? Are you scared?" "No. I would just be sad if you became an evil vampire." “Is that so? Then I will try my best to be a good vampire for you,” Joe whispered, leaning down to capture her lips again.

She tried to get her neck free from Ethan’s grip with her both hands but his grip got stronger. Alice almost choked to death. In the sky, the cloud started moving a bit faster now letting some moonlight reach the earth. As the moonlight fell on Ethan his grip got weaker and finally, Alice got herself free from Ethan and fell on the ground a few steps away from Ethan. She coughed terribly. She saw Ethan and was shocked to see his fangs. Ethan has turned into his vampire form.

she told Gena. "Okay." Gena was occupied with her own adventure over the smiling Harry who was now talking. Claire smiled knowingly. She could tell the Asian was smitten. "And you should put your Asian charms into use if you want to capture the black chocolate," she whispered to Gena, teasing her. "Well, that is if he's available . . . unlike some manwhore I know." Now she glared gravely at Ryan, who was smiling at something Doris had just said.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

“If you doubt my authority to do so, I will gladly demonstrate why the Haunt are so feared.” Anger narrowed her eyes, and just a trace of doubt. He could see she was thinking, considering, and that was bad. If he let up now, she’d slide right back into her depression. “You don’t know me, woman,” he whispered harshly in her ear, careful not to touch her, but close enough to vibrate the fine sensors on her skin. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.” He gave her a couple of seconds to dwell on that and then lied through his teeth. “It’s no secret the Haunt male is excited by the sight of his lover’s blood. And charmers blood…” he let his voice drop an octave, savoring her heady scent. “...is sa