Vampire Dancer Novels & Stories

Once there she’d have to jump the bar, keep low as she made her way to the door. It wasn’t the best plan, but it was the only one she had. Checking around again, she noticed that the vamps around her seemed to be too distracted by the others and she stood a few steps forward towards the dancefloor. It quickly became an arduous game which was a mixture between statues and chess as she moved across the chequered dancefloor, only seeming to move inches at a time as a vamp always seemed to appear from nowhere as soon as her foot lifted. She’d had a couple of scares among the way, thinking that a vamp was going to choose her, but thankfully her not-so-inviting expression had turned them away. It

Zayden approached me whilst I was lost in thought, he made me jump as his hand caressed my shoulder. ‘Can I have this dance?’ he asked giving me a warm smile, my gaze flicked back to the duo, they hadn’t even noticed I was gone. I sighed, smiled back at Zayden and gave a small nod, taking a sip of my drink before placing it down on one of the tables. There were a few other couples dancing now. Zayden was incredibly graceful and light on his feet, the same as all vampires I’d come to notice, he was having to work trying to get me to seem as graceful as he was, stupid heels, stupid dress. It’s not like any of them have had to learn to swim and breath under water. Would vampires need to breath

“It would be my greatest honor if you’d grace me with a dance later.” He gave me a wink that sent a shiver down my body. Not the good kind of shiver, either. The kind that made me aware that I’d just become prey. Not for my magic. Not for my title. But for something far more complicated. Fuck me. I smiled anyway. “Thank you, my lord. I’d be honored.” Should I have said no? Probably. But vampires were touchy about rejection, and, honestly, what’s the harm in one dance? He was handsome, in that dangerous, too-perfect way all vampires are. They looked sculpted by gods and ruined by sin.

I was just a girl on the dance floor, moving to the beat with my best friend. But freedom never lasts long. Not for me. It never has. I felt them before I saw them. A ripple of unease passed through the crowd, a sudden space clearing around Daisy and me as though everyone instinctively knew better. Then they appeared: two men sliding through the dancers like shadows given form. Vampires. Damn! They were beautiful in that deadly, unnatural way their kind always was; tall, sharp-boned and as pale as moonlight. Their eyes glowed faintly red, and when the strobe lights hit them, I caught the gleam of fangs behind their smirks.

She allowed her to drag her deeper into the crowd and started dancing. Unbeknownst to them, Damon stood just a floor above their heads in front of his black stained floor to ceiling window in his office. The window overlooked the entire dance floor, giving him a perfect view of every drunk customer dancing there but only one caught his full attention… his little flower. She looked gorgeous in her red latex dress and red converse heels. Her exposed curvaceous body made it hard for any normal man in the room to not react to her beauty.

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.

Then, turning towards a fallen Hailey, I asked, "Is this some of your new tricks to separate me and Daniel? Because trust me they aren't working." "Don't trust me then. But, will you deny what you see with your own eyes? You won't. Right? Daniel is a vampire. Not just any vampire. He's the Vampire King of Eleneas. I saw it with my own eyes!" Hailey's words just made me narrow my eyes at the game she and her brother were playing to separate me and Daniel.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

“You bitch! Who are you? Do you know who I am or who I work with?” “No! I really don’t care. If you see one monstrous, blood sucking Vampire you seen them all. I am nobody.” “Your dead that is what you are!” He again lunges for her but fakes her out and grabs her by her beautiful, long, curly red hair. Then throughs her across the small lot toward the other wall and trash bins. He chuckles as he did it and wipes his mouth. Damn she made me bleed. No one makes me bleed. He then takes off running to finish the red hair thorn in his back.