Vampire Dancer Novels & Stories

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.”

The vampire sitting here seems to be a connoisseur of wine, and the human standing there is like a bartender, who is able to condense all the quintessence and then create a drink that makes people fall in love and makes the alcoholic always come back. Oralie heard those words, seemingly without hesitation. She reached for her hand again and mercilessly slashed her wrist. Fluent movements, no mercy, no hesitation. Maybe Selina was so hungry before that she couldn't see very well, but now that she looked closely, she could see that this girl's movements were too decisive. She seems not afraid of hurting themselves, not afraid of the pain that surrounds her. A strange human.

“Generally not but this is next level. Don’t look, but Dracula is sharpening his fangs for a bite of Miss Red.” “Oh, shit…” “It’s fine. We’ll make sure he notices you but stay out of his reach for now.” I sipped my drink slowly feeling the liquor burn all the way down. “Let’s dance. I see his daughter over there by the fireplace.” I moved us to the center of the dancefloor. A smoke machine blew a candy floss scented mist over the dancers. I whirled her around, making her cape fly to reveal those sexy stockinged legs of hers and brought her in hard to my body, our foreheads together.

The loud trance music drowned out all other noise, she watched in her pass by the women on poles swinging and dancing for men, some partially dressed, some already naked only wearing boots. Her eyes picked them up through the music, even their scent couldn't be drowned by the loud trance, two of the girls dancing there where vampires, oh boy, what a good place to use as a hunting ground, Tala could figure they'll seduce one unlucky guy and drag him to bed, there she could do anything she wanted with them, anything. She wasn't interested in selling her body like that, but if it could make her quick money and land her a meal in between, she'll do it.

Couples drifted onto the dance floor, gliding with inhuman grace. I was content to stay seated, sipping my water and pretending not to stare, when a shadow fell over me. Lucien. “Lady Astrid,” he said, offering his hand. “May I have this dance?” My brain short-circuited. “Oh! Uh, sure. But fair warning, I might accidentally step on your feet. Repeatedly.” “I’ll take my chances,” he said, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. --- Dancing with a vampire was… intense. His movements were effortless, guiding me across the floor like we’d done this a hundred times before. Meanwhile, I was frantically trying to remember which foot was left and which was right.

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

What exactly did I do wrong? I noticed the vampires in the room moving towards a door behind the dancing stage as king Damien stood up. “I’ll be right back,this is really important” he said and walked towards the room. .. .. I wonder what they’re going to do inside, maybe it’s sucking of blood. I walked round the room as several human slaves danced and did other things for fun. “Hi, you must be Alexa” a lady asked as I nodded and looked around. I didn’t even know the time we got home,all I know Is that this place was secluded.

Thе next dаnсеr wаѕ аlrеаdу оn thе stage but dіdn't seem іmраtіеnt. At strip clubs "аѕ fаѕt as thеу саn" іѕ nеvеr аѕ fast аѕ you wаnt them tо rеturn. I had іmmеdіаtеlу рurсhаѕеd a couple of lap dаnсе tickets, but I dіdn't ѕее Frаnkіе all durіng the nеxt dancer's set. Thе second dаnсеr, Diamond, was a mature dark African-American wоmаn. Her brеаѕtѕ wеrе рrоbаblу ѕресtасulаr аt 20, but they were ѕtіll ԛuіtе nісе at 40+. Dіаmоnd hаd a grеаt рlауful реrѕоnа lіtу, аnd I еnjоуеd flіrtіng wіth while I tірреd hеr. I wаѕ heading uр tо thе ѕtаgе fоr the third time in her ѕеt whеn I hеаrd a woman's vоісе ѕhоut. "You be nісе tо Cаrl hеrе, Diamond. Hе'ѕ a ѕwееtіе." I turned tо ѕее Frankie аррrоасhіng me.

Like a current running under still water. He stopped just out of arm’s reach. “Dance with me.” The words weren’t a command. They were an offer. Simple. Dangerous. Lena’s knife hand trembled once. The hunger stirred again, curious, leaning toward him like it recognized something familiar. She hated how steady her voice came out. “Why would I dance with you?” A small smile touched his lips behind the mask. “Because you’re surrounded by vampires who can smell what you are,” he said quietly. “And right now, you look like prey.”

He gave the other bachelor a respectful bow before he exited the crowd. Seraph stood, gently tugging Esper closer to him. He placed his hand on the small of her back and leading her through a Vietnamese waltz. He was a much more confident dancer, dipping and twirling Esper and not once stepping on her feet. The crowd opened up for them, onlookers enamored with the grace of their dance. As the song ended, the crowd erupted in applause for the couple. Esper's face tinged with light pink as the two vampires bowed to the audience.