Vampire Dancer Novels & Stories

Xavier looked at Sarah, who was grinning from ear to ear as she watched them like a child playing with her dolls, and began to wonder just how much of this whole affair had been staged by her from the moment Xavier left the Lodge. "Well, don't keep the boy waiting," she said, clapping her hands together. "In fact, let's have everybody dance." The crowd paired off automatically, with some pairings seeming less likely than others. No less than twenty sets of dancers began to waltz in perfect precision. "No, no, no," said Sarah. "That's too stuffy. Put a little life in it," she commanded. The vampires began to loosen up and took on more variation in their movements. When Victor led Xavier out o

My pack fights alongside me, their loyalty unwavering. I dance through the chaos, my vampire abilities allowing me to effortlessly dodge incoming attacks and strike with deadly precision. The sound of bones breaking and screams of pain fill the air as I leave a trail of defeated enemies in my wake. The sheer power and grace of my movements leave even the most seasoned warriors in awe.

One day he caught the attention of an older woman, who was a fatal woman, her name was Doris, she was another vampire in the club, with whom they started talking. She approached him one night and said. - When you stop pretending you didn't see me and invite me to drink with you? - She questioned him. - How about now, I want you with me, babe. - He said. The woman flashed a white-toothed smile, with full red lips, a black corset, and fishnet stockings. Doris had long silky white hair, she was a vampire older than him, and she was fatal, but sensual, he was everything that Diana was not, he did not accept being ordered around, so, flirting with the man day after, day, he even liked it, that te

The blood moon stares through the vast glass dome, painting everything in a restless crimson. Students and faculty drift inside in jeweled masks and dark finery, a tide of laughter edged with hunger. My pulse stumbles. I can feel them even before I see them: the Royals, their presence a low thrum against my skin. Somewhere in this crowd, four sets of eyes are already searching. A figure steps into our path. Draven— a gentle vampire, if there ever was one, from Botany, all polite smiles and the faint green scent of cut herbs. “Loralie,” he says with a graceful bow, “would you grant me the first dance?”

I never had any trouble with any vampire before. As I entered the lawn where the party is taking place, my anxiety increased seeing the number of people. People were dancing to the music, enjoying the night unlike me . Diana,Hannah and Kristen ar as usual flirting with other vampires. I took a deep breath before making my way to the appetizer table. "Have a drink, madame." A butler said politely holding two glasses of wine. "She won't be drinking tonight," David told the butler as I raised a brow before taking a glass from the butler.

This man looked as if he would be more at home at the Country Club, not a dance club. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and wore dark pants, a white shirt, and a black tie. If he weren't Caucasian, he'd look like a follower of the Nation of Islam. I guessed his age to be mid-thirties, and he was damn pale. His skin was almost translucent, so I knew he had to be a vampire like me. . "Hey, Sista, where you going?" I ignored the leering guy and headed across the room. For the first time I felt fear. It was evident that this pale man was all-eyes-on me.

The woman in his nightmare had turned him into a sex god - fucking - freaks. A while ago he was asking the lady for a dance and no lady in her right senses would turn down a dance with one of the charming vampire lord and as soon as they had started dancing he had excuse her and had taken for a walk round the palace before ending the night trip in his bedroom while classical music still played loudly

There was something magnetic about her presence, confidence radiating from her like heat, making Chloe feel even smaller, more exposed. “She’s… different,” Valerius continued, his smirk deepening. “Melara is a vampire, like me. But her talents are more… specialized. She helps make the sex lives of my kind hotter, darker, unforgettable. She was hired to spice things up.” The words hit Chloe like a storm. Her mind reeled, her mouth going dry. Hired? To spice things up?

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Her face was painted with something I couldn't quite call makeup and as she moved, dancing along to a rhythm only she understood, she flashed her painted black long nails with pride. "Dance?" I scoffed at my own cluelessness and he laughed at my words. "No, silly," he walked closer to the fire and I had no choice but to mirror his actions. "It's a blood moon tonight." "A blood moon?" My mind tried to scan through the number of new vampire-related texts I've learned but none came similar. "What's that?" "And that strange-looking woman dancing next to the fire," he continued. "Is a witch." I gasped, fear quickly gripping me. "A witch?"