Vampire Dancer Novels & Stories

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?"

she locks eyes with me and shoots me a wink before moving on to serve another. It seemed natural, the way they danced. Like their bodies automatically responded to music. It was more than that, the way they danced up on each other, women grinding against one another as men watched, like the women were teasing them. Was this really how people chill? “Here, have another!” The vampire holds out a glass to me and I cautiously take it. “First time free?” “How did you know?” what had given me away?? “You don’t know your drinks, you look like a deer caught in the headlights. It doesn’t take much to figure it out.”

" Um... Katerina? Would you like to dance? " I looked up at him wide eyed. I was not a bad dancer nor was I a very good one. I knew the basics. However, that wasn't what had me surprised. The thing that did though, was the fact that Haydon Veneziano, practically the Prince of Destruction, Chaos and all sorts of Vampiric bad qualities, was asking me to dance with him. "Um...okay." my mouth answered before my brain had time to process it fully.

William asked quietly, his eyes glued onto the dance floor, where couples were twirling and holding each other tight. I nodded, giving his hand a light squeeze. "I'm going to go get you a drink," he offered, and I thanked him. Three vampire girls performed a strange dance. It was really good and enchanting. At least I wasn't going to get bored. Turning to my left, I sighted a couple of boys and girls making out in the dark corners. A hand reached out and pulled me off to the side. I gasped in fright, and I was about to hit the person when I turned around and found myself face-to-face with Vlad.

he grinned, a little too eagerly. “I want to dance.” I whispered to Sam, my eyes pleading. “Absolutely not.” Sam replied instantly, without even glancing at me. “Look at the humans in this room.” I followed his gaze and realized he had a point. The humans were all marked—some with fresh bite wounds, others with scars. Not one of them had been spared. Lucifer, on the other hand, had already leapt over the table—literally. The five vampires eagerly grabbed him, leading him to the dance floor, their fangs on full display.

, with his Queen on his right hand side and his concubine by his left. The whole palace was lit by millions of red candles, emitting a dangerous aura. The ceremony commenced with Luvian dancers, they are the lowest sect in the Vampire empire with their power of enchanting. They were barely naked, only using a piece of black linen to cover their private area, while their breasts were designed with large tattoos of skulls. The music started and their fair bodies moved with it, their slender waist and attractive legs made the men mouth's water. Servants then entered with Trays of Glasses filled with fresh blood. Everyone received their glass but they all waited for their king's order before the