Vampire Dancer Novels & Stories

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

I still haven’t sunk my canines into that fragrant neck, and already I feel hatred coursing through my body whenever someone mentions her name. Dancers enter the hall, moving to the music’s chords. The first dancer I know well. She’s fae—her blood is a bit cloying, too thin—but she’s always good entertainment when I need it. She comes for money, like the others. They’re well paid for the blood they leave in our stores, and when they want a bonus, they dance to catch our attention. “Is the prince hungry?” she asks in her thin, irritating voice.

None of the trio had tried to dictate who I danced with or for how long till now. In the lowlights of the party, I could see the red flare in his eyes, showing his hunger in a way his tongue swiping his bottom lip couldn’t. It was a reminder of what he is. A vampire. A predator. And while I may have vervain in my system I’m still prey in this situation. Albert pulled my arm behind me, not roughly, caging me against him, as my body followed the hypnotic and sexual movements of his body as we went low.

As Reed climbed up the stairs to the VIP area on the second floor, another figure embraced him in a tight hug, to which Reed reciprocated. "Fancy seeing you here, mate. I thought you've got a girl already." said the man - another muscular looking vampire with hazel eyes, short brown hair and thick eyebrows. "Damon." Reed chuckled, "That's why I'm here. I'm in a pickle right now." Damon put one arm over Reed's shoulder as they walked towards Killian, who held three shot glasses of tequila mixed with pig's blood. They took one glass each and toasted, downing them together.

My throat tightened and tears welled in the corners of my eyes. For the second time that morning, I was at loss for words and didn’t know how to react. So, I let my body do the talking—I raised a leg and kicked, harder than I ever did before. Because of how fast things were happening, I didn’t even have the luxury to be shocked about how vampires were real after all. And yet, I now have one more mind-blowing information to process—it’s about how I managed to kick a mythical creature’s nuts so hard that I sent him rolling on the floor in pain.

This made my muscles cramp at night, but it was more convenient than dragging them along the floor. - You are wonderful! – Kirian appeared at the door. The black and scarlet vampire costume was cut like a form of armor, though. This gave the warrior a menacing appearance and emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful torso. Approaching, Kyrian kissed the girl, pressing her to him. Ilyana automatically responded to the kiss. Her thoughts wandered far.

King Oscar said with reassurance. "Send me Lola. Right now." King Oscar said. "Yes sir." Chief guard said as he stood up from his bent position. A young lady entered the throne room slowly. She is on black Palazzo trousers,with a black vest and a white blazer on top. She is also a vampire. She has good curves and shape. Bright Amber eyes, light skinned a little bit tan. Long brown hair. She moves closer to him and bowed down her head. "Yes, my king. You called." Lola said calm and smooth tone.

A slight moan escaped her lips when the one man took the woman to a rock she hadn’t seen. The fierce way he entered the female’s hot core with little notice of the people sitting watching. Moonlight shone down on them, and it was at that moment that Stacy knew it was the Fairy moon dance. Stacy didn’t know how she knew what this was, but he was remarkable to see. Something that Dimitri was right about was a once-in-a-lifetime thing to watch. Stacy shifted in her seat to watch the show better and felt a hand on her leg, holding her back. She hadn’t noticed the fact that most of the people watching were vampires; they didn’t seem to be as affected as the humans in the group. Some were cuffed t

Slowly and mentally chopping him bit by bit. Ember inhaled deeply before she questioned Raverine’s absurd reason and explanation, “What? What the fuck? Vampire? Seriously? Like in the cartoons?” Ember scoffed. “Don’t tell me that you are a vampire as well? Then guess what? Flash news, Dracula! I am a wolf too.” Ember gasped and acted out like she was surprised. “And I am going to…” Ember forcibly tried to pull herself up despite the tight chains immobilizing her whole body, “…fucking tear your limbs to pieces, Dracula.” Raverine smirked then he slowly turns his chuckles to laughter. “Can you howl? Because it seems like you only know how to bark, Wolfie.”