Vampire Dancer Novels & Stories

If so, she can plan her next move of attacking the prince and the current king of the vampires. “Vampire prince…I'll use you.” Akira drank the remaining alcohol she ordered and made her way to the dance floor. Now that she's had a change of plan, she's going to give herself a break and enjoy this night without worry. She stepped onto the stage and danced with the crowd. Maybe because of her drunken state, she didn’t notice how sexy her movements were in the eyes of the men surrounding her, specifically the man who had been eyeing her since she entered the club.

She tried to get her neck free from Ethan’s grip with her both hands but his grip got stronger. Alice almost choked to death. In the sky, the cloud started moving a bit faster now letting some moonlight reach the earth. As the moonlight fell on Ethan his grip got weaker and finally, Alice got herself free from Ethan and fell on the ground a few steps away from Ethan. She coughed terribly. She saw Ethan and was shocked to see his fangs. Ethan has turned into his vampire form.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

Charlie immediately plops down into a chair, totally oblivious to the leaking blood bank on the other side of Grace. “If I recall you seem to be in better shape than the last time he sunk his fangs in you,” Grace jokes. “What I’m willing to do to keep my heart beating,” Charlie replies, matching Grace’s joking tone. Just as I am about to offer for us to leave, Paige runs up to Charlie. “I requested a song and I want you to join us on the dance floor.” Her blonde hair whips as she sways her head. If I could vomit, I would. This Paige is the complete opposite as my Charlie and I don’t want any aspect of her rubbing off on Charlie or worse yet…tainting her. She’s insecure and desperate as she f

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

loudly at his furious look and again catching him in both his hands, he beats him into the tree. Before he can attack him again, the vampire holds the warewolf by it's neck and about to bite him but the warewolf dodges him away. The Vampire smirks at him with a cunning look. Soon he notices that the warewolf is now joined by another warewolf who is a shade of golden brown. The Vampire looks at her with utmost hatred and anger as he knew who it is. The Golden Vampire attacks him as well but the Vampire dodges it on to the black warewolf. Before the warewolves can get into their positions and attack him again, he disappears from there. Both Darcy and Xandier change back into their human form.

That thought paused in my mind as I realized that Nico had been moving us over to the group of vampires as we danced. "Aren't people going to think that you dancing with your pet is weird?" I asked. I already knew how Lord Bronwyn would feel about it, and I'm guessing that some of the other vampires around us probably think the same thing. Even I thought that it was weird. "Yea probably," he began, "They would all think that it was repulsive, but like I said, you're outshining everyone. As far as I know, they all probably think that you're a vampire at first glance."

Each of these men spends the value of an entire servant to purchase a ticket to a once-in-a-lifetime show. I step on the stage as carefully as I can. I can't let the vampires know that I'm injured or Vladimir will make my life a pure Hell. The room falls silent, all eyes fixed on me, the bodies of the men almost frozen. Vladimir snaps his fingers and the slow, sensual music booms from the speakers. Some women might feel shy standing in front of a crowd of men, but sadly, the sight is too familiar for me. Each of them eyes me with nothing but lust and desire burning in their eyes. I exhale and hold onto the pole beside me, slowly leaning my body back. Pole dancing had never appealed to me bef

Of course nothing was settled in the many minutes that followed. Wine flowed. Plates clattered. Then the dancers arrived. A break of some sort. A dozen vampire courtesans swept across the marble floor, veiled in silks the color of bruised roses. Their movements were as fluid as falling water, their steps a practiced seduction designed to mesmerize. And beneath the beauty—something sharp. Predatory. Terrifying. They didn't dance as unbridled as the wolves in Vargrheim. Every dance I'd ever been to was filled with energy and madness to the drum beats.

“No, seriously. This might be the first time I saw you smile in a good while. The last time was when you saw Kira chasing down a rude vampire with a stake. You're smiling that time like you wanted to join in.” I snorted at the sudden memory. “That was one of the best things I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s smart enough not to have murderous thoughts, so the ward wouldn’t get triggered while scaring that dumb vampire off.” Kira is one of the dancers on the upper floors, and they usually have more patience, as the VIPs have a much more sour attitude than these people here, so that idiot definitely pushed her buttons. I'm 100% with her that the vampire deserved that.