Vampire Diaries Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I even put on careful, light makeup, as if nothing had happened at all. Heading downstairs, I assumed Adrian had already left. After all, this past half year he’d rarely joined me for breakfast. But the moment I stepped into the dining room, I froze. He was sitting at the head of the long table. The cold rain fell behind him, and the gray-blue light caught the side of his pale, beautiful face, making those already striking features look deeper, more austere. Vampires are born with skin too perfect for this world. And Adrian was, without question, the kind that made a heart stop.

Her memory had been clouded with the pain because it didn't do him justice though. His long, black hair was loose around his shoulder, his brown eyes intent as they travelled over her body very slowly and caused a stirring of liquid heat inside her which she fought down before she started scenting up the room in a very embarrassing way. Her gaze slowly roamed over his strong, hard face, taking in the strong brow, high chiselled cheekbones, hard, granite jaw and soft, slightly curved lips. The vampire was a walking advertisement for all things that were alpha male - hot, sexy and extremely dangerous. Just the kind of men she liked.

whisper. Silence answered him, broken only by the distant sounds of his pack members stirring. Then, a soft chuckle echoed through the hallway, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Mocking. Everything was mocking him. "My, my," a silky voice purred. "The great Alpha Magnus, reduced to prowling his own halls like a common guard dog." Guard dog. That's all he was. All he'd ever be. Magnus's lips curled back in a snarl, revealing elongated canines. "You dare trespass on Lunar Haven territory?" he snapped, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Your kind isn't welcome here, leech." Unwelcome. Like everything else in his life. The vampire materialized before him, its pale form seeming t

Rideten, Present Time “Daring fashion choice,” Rhett followed Aislen and Heath upstairs to the bathroom and stood in the doorway watching as Heath turned on the shower and removed the dressing gown. “What inspired this look?” “We came upon a group of Van Helsings about to take a werewolf family, and whilst we were saving them, a bunch of Victor’s men interrupted. They insisted on taking us to see Victor, and it was wear these or go naked.” Aislen bared her teeth in front of the mirror examining her longer canine and premolars. Definitely more vampire teeth than wolf, she decided. It was interesting how the hybridism combined traits. She wondered if the vampirism was dominant. “Do you think w

Though it's night and quite hard to see with only the light of the moon, my eyes don't fail to catch sight of his sharp features. Eyes the color of amber and long eyelashes that accentuate his double eyelids, he has a straight nose at the angle of perfection, he has thick lips that almost seem too pink and he's the color of milk. So the rumours are true, vampires are unrealistically beautiful. "Are you done?" His sharp baritone cuts off my inspection. "Huh?" I questioned, confused. "Are you done checking me out?" He questioned, his expression grim and I looked down, trying to hide my face as a huge blush appeared on my cheeks against my will.

The entire species in the society stood there with the ones that will be going for the training selection standing in front of their specie The Vampires stood at a particular corner, looking all proud and heartbreakingly stunning. They've always been the prettiest specie, their pale skin always make them stand out plus their beautiful and rare eye colours. They've always been known for grey and red eye colour, no vampire has ever been seen with a different eye colour.

Well there’s something about this place and surely this strange girl knows about it. Chemistry class wasn’t a bit interesting for me cause the only chemistry I’m concerned with right now is with the pale faced girl sitting three seats ahead of me, Her scent was driving me insane she smelt like roses on a spring morning her fragrance was sweet Sickly sweet. She is a 5.7” Emo looking white girl with dark hair flowing down her shoulders, impressive C cups streamlined by an acute figure Pheww she is looking beautiful no doubt but there was this aura around her like a sort of bad omen..... a don’t talk to me vibe mixed with icy attitude and the way she is dressed is not helping matters Black fro

Then again, they would never accept sharing the same plate with us the same way we wouldn’t want them to touch anything that we love. Both our kinds are ruthless but they are brutal. I still believe that good Vampires exist out there. None of us our perfect. I have come across werewolves that are more heartless than the Vampires. My eyes wandered through the crowd and settled on a pair of hazel eyes, those warm eyes that were already watching me. She was wearing a white backless gown showing her bare cream skin. Her dress was see through from the stomach and something inside me twitched by just thinking that other males were going to look at her. I told Maya specifically, to get her a dress

It gave you the illusion that she was crying ink. Her lips were black fading into blood-red at the center, like she had just taken a bite out of someone’s heart on the way here. Think vampire. Her skin looked paler than normal too –porcelain pale, like Wednesday's mother– which only made everything on her face more dramatic. She was like a beautiful demon with perfect blending. “What are you wearing?!” I hissed, grabbing Detroit’s arm tighter. “Why do you look like you escaped a gothic funeral fashion show?”

RAVEN'S POV Damon was every bit as scary close up as I had feared. Tall and cruelly handsome, his eyes were cold. No humanity. Just a cold calculation that caused my skin to crawl and my stomach to turn. He looked like Kade. Same dark hair, same sharp features. Same graceful killer move, lethal fast and lethal beautiful, like a hunter who knows exactly how much damage he could do if he gave himself permission. Only where Kade’s eyes were sometimes emotional, conflicted, even caring, Damon’s were dead. Void. Like staring into the eyes of a shark just before it chomped.