Vampire Diaries Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Like what?" "The rockstar look; with the black leather pants, the dark make-up, and all of that." October made a face to show her distaste. Alistair laughed. "Most vampires do that, that's where humans got the goth look from." October thought that it made sense.

Naomi watched as the guests started arriving. She couldn’t get Irene’s words out of her mind and it had made her a little distracted that she didn’t even notice that Asher was not back yet. She could already tell the people arriving by their mode of dressings and appearance. It was easy to identify the vampires from the werewolves. While the wolves looked like humans with their warm skin and shouty colored outfit, the Vampires were dressed in dull colors, and mostly black colors that matched with their pale skin and striking beautiful faces.

Quinn sighs, like she’s exhausted from it all. “What’s your mate like?” I asked Stephanie. “This is all still new to me. She’s a vampire, right?” Stephanie smiles warmly at me. “She is. She’s beautiful. Gorgeous. She’s smaller than me, but so much stronger. She has this beautiful chocolate skin that tastes like sweet cream, and luminous red eyes. Her skin always smells like rosewater and lilies. She has those adorable dimples, too. Just like yours. I liked you instantly when I saw you because your smile reminded me of hers,” she tells me.

Not one single colored accent. Making the handsome stranger look a little too much like a vampire from a steamy romance. The feeling that his arms are like an inescapable cage that snatches victims and heroines alike doubles down on my ideations. When I wiggle to get out of the hold, ‘Dracula’s’ devilishly delicious features harden a bit. He does not move, simply licks his pillowed lips as if he’s going to go back in. Reclaim the stolen gum that’s mirroring the tingles of my body with the cinnamon crystals bursting over my tongue.

Daisy interrupts her bedtime story to communicate to him important, time-sensitive information: “Serapine is so so soooo pretty. I loooove her ears.” He presses his lips together before resuming his reading. Among the Vampyres, fangs are not just teeth—they are status.

I don’t care where they go either, just that they are dead. I turned my head as the woman exclaimed, “Holy shit.” I know many vampires are attractive, especially certain bloodlines. It’s a necessity to be attractive to lure in their prey. I know better than to think this but fuck Diana’s friend is hot. And since I looked through her wardrobe, I’m not picturing what she’d look like in that little red number. Not to knock her tight black jeans and white tank top look she’s got going right now. “Daniela, meet Khalid and vice versa. Congrats, your roommates! And you’ve already bonded over the carnage.” Diana smiled.

"So... you are my foolish little brother's crush." A voice slid through the noise, coiling around me like smoke. The words slithered into my ear, cold enough to freeze my blood. I spun toward the sound, every muscle snapping taut. He stood there, a vampire. Not like the others who tore through the room with bloodlust in their eyes, no, he was composed. He stepped closer, and the low light carved sharp edges into his face. He was striking in a cruel, almost beautiful way, angular jaw, pale skin stretched tight over high cheekbones, eyes like pools of onyx reflecting nothing but malice. His hair was dark as oil, falling across his brow in disheveled waves, but his smile was the kind that strip

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.”

“You’re too direct.” “I only dare to be honest. And I asked you to call me Valen. Did you forget?” he questions with a wink. Vampires are irresistible. They have a charm that plays naturally against all humans, beasts, and dryads. The individual will be entrapped and intoxicated before they have had the slightest hint of it. It isn’t just beauty—though they often wear it like armor—but something deeper, something stitched into the marrow of what they are.

She had a strong scent of musk that didn't seem to be perfume. The driver made it to the back door. Seeing the elegant and expensive car complete with a driver sitting in front of Adrian's castle-like house was like another blow to my psyche; the amount of wealth I was seeing now still blew my mind. The driver elegantly and gracefully opened the car door for the vampire. Once it was opened all the way, Calix stepped out of the SUV. I had only ever seen the one vampire before, and he looked nothing like Calix. Calix was pale, with dark hair and bright, light blue eyes. His face was handsome and angular, with not a single wrinkle to be seen. He also seemed to be just a hair over six feet tall,