Vampire Diaries Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Most of the class was still looking at her, wondering, I guess, about the exchange they had just witnessed and why the professor wanted to meet with her privately. Dr. Clerval ambled back to his lectern. “Vampires are often thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said, returning to teaching mode. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true.” I smiled. Damn right it’s true. Our strength and speed are legendary, and even the least amongst us would be judged extremely attractive by any human—except for the one-fangs, of course. They are hideous by any standard.

In a way, it was almost as if we had just stepped back to another time, a time of elegance and glamour. Suddenly, a lovely brunette woman with breath-taking good looks strolled casually up to Lance—the same woman that was with him at the hospital, but now her hair was down, stretching halfway down her back. She wore a tight, short black dress that accentuated every curve on her body, and her dark eyeliner brought out her emerald green eyes. In fact, I noticed that all of the vampires had gorgeous green eyes. It must be a vampire trademark.

Mortals engage in it for the pure joy of it. The intensity of his passion knocked her off balance, and she cautiously took a step back. "Lover's dispute?The lyrical speech washed over them both like silken liquid. A vampire had emerged from the darkness. He wore knee-breeches, a dark blue habit à la française with shining gold frog-and-button fastenings, and a flaring skirt, all in period-appropriate attire. The exquisite coat's neck and cuffs were adorned with lavish lace falls. He didn't have a powdered wig on, but his long, smooth golden hair was gathered in a velvet queue around his nape. His ethereal features and brilliant blue eyes would have blended in just as well if they had been pa

She was face to face with a vampire. Only now did she get a good look at him; he was taller than her, at least six foot in height. His figure was slim but there was no denying that he had at least some muscle to him. Though it was his face that caught her attention. His complexion was paler than the full moon that shone down on them from the starry night sky, which caused his ocean blue eyes to stand out, and his dirty blonde hair was a ruffled mess. If she didn't know any better, she probably would have fallen for his charms.

H‍er charm is‍ un‍deniabl‍e, but ther⁠e’s a sub‌tle edge I can’t place. --- Aria’s POV I notice the‍ slight shift in Damon immediately⁠—the way‌ his posture stiffens, the tension i‌n his jaw.‌ And then I see her. Cassandra Virelli. The⁠ woman who loo‌ks like she stepped out o‍f a‍ magazine, but someth‌ing about her mak⁠es my skin crawl. She smiles too⁠ easily, eyes too ca⁠lculati‍n‍g, movem‌ents too pre‍cise.

“Not exactly. More like a vampire.” …What? “Oh yes,” the brunette nodded solemnly. “She’s too pretty. That’s vampire behavior. She wants our blood.” “Plus she’s pale. Very undead aesthetic.” I stared. Blinked. Considered slapping them with a tree branch. “This is a life-or-death situation,” I hissed. “There are no vampires.” The blonde leaned back. “Classic vampire denial.” “Okay—if I were a vampire, don’t you think I could just smash your window and drink your blood on the spot?Okay, if you don't want to give me a ride, then lend me your phone so I can make a quick phone call"

They were created to lure and entice humans they came into contact with. Brown hair curled at the nape of his neck, which matched the color of his eyes, except… Normally, where a vampire’s eyes were crimson, his were a caramel brown with only a red ring encircling the iris. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the fullness of his lips as they formed an O shape to blow another ring into the air. His tall, muscular body leaned against the door like he didn’t have a care in the world, wearing only dress pants and a crisp linen shirt with two buttons left undone at the top. If I wasn’t mistaken, I was pretty sure I caught a swirl of ink beneath—

My explanation wasn't just centered only on that reason, it was also to stop Andro from soiling his hands in their blood, and they’re not worth it. "Your mother is also involved" He roared, shaking me to the core. He got up from the bed and walked towards the table in the room. His chest was heaving heavily and when I looked at his form, he was in the pure state of a vampire. No cover up this time, his eyes were red from the anger brewing inside of him, his fangs out of their hiding spot as he clutched his hands in a tight fist. I got up from the bed and walked closer to him. I wrapped my hands around his body and placed my head on his chest. I'm very much used to the easygoing, romantic, an

Nevaeh grimaced disgust in her tone. I began to panic; if Bethany hadn't gotten picked by the vampires with her long blond hair and petite frame, why would they choose me? I had unruly wavy red hair and emerald green eyes, with freckles covering my entire body. While I wasn't fat before we went on the run, I wasn't skinny either. I could tell by how my dress fit me that I had lost some weight, but I knew I wasn't as toned as Bethany. From what I had learned of Vampires, they were perfect. Their skin was flawless, never an imperfection insight, their eyes mystical cerulean blue that turned a sparkling red when they ate, their scent irresistible. They were alluring, which made them the perfect

Alec POV: Watching Violet walk down the hall, sashaying her hips deliberately, I pondered Wrath's question; I imagine Violet was beautiful before she was turned into a blood-sucking vampire! Her pale skin and large eyes complimented by her ebony hair, enough to turn any male's head. "Dark hair, pale skin and big eyes.. sounds like your type!" Wrath scoffed. "You forget the part about her being a blood-sucking, entitled piece of shit who thinks she can tell me what to do!"