Vampire Diaries Aesthetic Novels & Stories

response. "You're the only one protesting us. The other girls were friendly and so much sweeter." David grimaced as Franklin agreed. “ so, please leave." I raised my voice, trying to keep up the brave act. Just seeing their face makes me to want to crawl under the earth. I don't know why, but vampires made me feel sick to the very core. It's obvious that they were using their charms and good looks to lure in all humans and use them as their personal blood bag.

They're not clear-cut and direct in their message, but more of a puzzle you have to solve for it to have any real meaning or ability to prevent. Flashes of Eve half turned with red eyes, and yet her fangs were vampire, elongated and dripping with darkest red, almost black blood. Trickling down her chin and soiling her already blood-soaked clothes. Her skin was pale, freakishly milk-pale, like that of old paintings and sketches of the feral vampires that no longer exist. Her hair flying wild and whipping around her face as though she was high in the air and caught in the center of a cyclone of her making.

"You are now officially student of Vampire high, welcome to Vampire High. You're journey begins here." ~~~ I smiled as I opened the door of my room and almost gasped as I was exposed to a large room, as in too big! Living room, kitchen Then there are two more hallways. It's a house and not a room. The interior theme is black and the furniture theme is white. There are paintings hanging on the wall. "Roommate." I looked at the one who's spoken. I saw the woman leaning against a wall where I could pass. Long black hair that I think is knee-length, black lipstick, black eyeliner, black nails, and is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

It was something that made whatever carnage they unleashed even more morbid. That’s when I saw him. He was the last to enter among the vampires. I just knew it was him, even before I saw his gaze scan the space, obviously looking for Dominic. He looked exactly like the Beta had described him: the most beautiful being in existence. His hair was dark as midnight. It was styled from his face, swept back in a sexy effortless way. His hazel eyes glimmered with golden flecks, and the way he narrowed them as he scanned the room told you everything you needed to know about the type of predator he was. His skin was pale, but it had a healthy glow. It was almost as though there was an invisible halo t

"That would be him. Frank is not an attractive man by most people's standards. Being a Vampire just wasn't going to change that." I put my head on his shoulder and snuggled closer. Mmm. Vampirism had improved me with perky breasts, a flat belly, and a face that looked as if I was always made-up—not to mention the golden tint that seemed rare with vamps. I recalled what Alexis had said about all of the different hues. That made me think about Tige, and thinking about Tige made me remember that there was much to do today. I needed to touch base with the home and find out about those meetings Monica was setting up. And I needed to visit Alexis.

He smiled immediately as he laid his eyes on her. “ You look so beautiful,” He said with a foggy expression that oddly looked like lust. Diana smiled as she muttered her thanks but the statement only triggered another memory as the living room morphed into a dark room, painted in black and bloody red. A dark maroon rug covered the floor and a neatly laid king-sized bed stood proudly in the middle of the room. She saw herself dressed in an insanely sexy black gown that hugged all her curves, and she almost gasped at how beautiful she looked in her memory compared to the plain boring her now. The door opened and her vampire stepped in dressed in a tailored black suit that defined his perfect f

I returned the whistle when I saw the black satin sleeveless dress that also dipped dangerously into her cleavage but had a slit on each leg to the tops of her thigh. “These two are perfect. Honestly, I would suggest that you stick with these given how good they look on you. One thing I wanted to say to you Ziyah is that I do not think you should glamour your scars if you had been planning on doing it because vampires like the ones tonight crave power. Your scars show that you are indeed powerful because they will assume that you received them from others trying to annihilate you but failed,” Francesa explained to me.

I watched her face as I said that, her brows scrunching in concentration while she processed my words. “That explains why you aren’t pasty like me” she said, wrinkling her nose and looking at her arms. “I mean according to pop culture vampires are pale, hate the sun or die from it, have an aversion to garlic and can be killed by driving a stake through their heart.” Her gray eyes flicked to mine, and she gave me a wry grin. “Don’t worry Cade, I don’t plan on turning into Buffy anytime soon.” I laughed at that and so did she.