Vampire Diaries Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Those days. He walked in and sat before me. He beamed a bright smile and it touched every bit of my being. I don't know why it really shook me that he still looked twenty-six, he was a vampire after all. He was, well, different from every guy I had ever seen. He was incredibly good-looking, perhaps, not in the conventional sense, but that only meant he always stood out. His indescribable green eyes contrasted especially with his light toned face, and his very trimmed hair made him look like something unreal, something reserved for the creative minds of the best of artists.

I can see the rigidity of his cheeks and his jaw. Furthermore, I took notice of how attractive every part of him makes him look. I took notice of how shaved chevron beards. Wait, Vampires in this world grow beards, too? Wow. I mean, I've seen a lot of Vampires in the movies grow beards, but it's just a movie, isn't it? It's just Fantasy. This is reality. Anyway, back to the topic, my eyes trails every inch of his alluring face. His eyes are still glowing, and they called my attention. I can see their colours now. It is some type of red. Oh, crimson red. He still looks so human. I guess the monstrous part of him doesn't become ugly as some movies portray. In the depth of mind, I smack myself

, I bow my head “ Verses do you no justice. For you are as beautiful as the moon. Your beauty signifies the night sky. Stars twinkle in your eyes, the fruit of passion sitting right atop your lips.” A laugh echoes around me. My eyes bounce on her, her posture more proud than before. She tilts her head back, exposing the violet veins that run under her skin. Like cobwebs in a haunted house. Symmetric. Eerie. “Alpha Damon” her voice bounce off the walls. The space gives a perfect acoustic to her voice. “Creatures love to caricature witches with long black dirty nails, withered pale skin, and blood-lined teeth. They forget we aren't animals that growl and scratch their prey. We end them with a

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

Aster: Behind the desk sat an impressive man. He was attractive, like all of them, with amazing white hair and the most unique eyes she had ever seen – icy, pale blue. Do vampires only transform good-looking people? She wondered. He looked strangely familiar, and when he spoke she had the uncomfortable feeling that she had heard his voice somewhere before. “Miss Montgomery,” he said, and his deep, gravelly voice sent shivers up and down her spine. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”

He has not broken me yet. We sit in a Parisian café, him closing his eyes to inhale the rich scents of mochas and espressos and croissants as he pauses from his novel. It is The Picture of Dorian Gray, one of his favorites, and like the titular character, he is unchanging. After all these years, that self-same smirk still burns on his face. I take a slow sip of my white mocha confection, too sweet for my liking, and study him: that visage too cruel to be handsome, the cutting eyes like chips of glass. A predatory quirk of the lip. His fangs may be retracted, but he is still a vampire, immortal, midnight blood black as sin, his skin pale as bone.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

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.

she said in return. “Make sure you bring that perfume Lisa gave you. It’s unlikely the vampires will be out during the day, but it’s better to be careful and I don’t want your scent lingering around the city.” “I will,” she assured me. “What colors do you like specifically.” “Dark colors.” She frowned. “I wanted to get things that brighten up this place,” she pouted. “I already told you that I didn’t want it too bright.” “Maybe a little color? It’s so dark and dreary here. It’s depressing and I’d rather not be depressed anymore.”

Yeah, horse-faced was my best description for the traitor the last time I'd seen her, the braid a thick weave of brown and threads of gray, reminding me of an equine tail. How come the moment they became vampires they were suddenly gorgeous? Celeste looked like an Amazon, but in a beautiful way, wide jaw now appealing, brown eyes with a hint of gold, her youth returned to her. And Batsheva? Drop dead hotness. At least, on the outside. No amount of spirit magic could make her attractive on the inside. My vampire sighed. You have no idea, do you? What?