Vampire Diaries Male Characters Novels & Stories

another council member told me, he had curly black hair, his eyes were grey, I just smirked and told him to try and compel Damon, he did, he tried to compel Damon into assisting my arrest but Damon did not listen, I laughed at them as they stared angrily. "Now, what to do with the three of you?" I said in my best evil voice, Damon smirked squinting his eyes, looking sexy, you know the way he always does (a.n, if you've never watched vampire diaries you should G****e Damon Salvatore, he is a character played by Ian Somerhalder, he is by far the sexiest vampire ever) "Maybe compel them to lock themselves in the dungeon?" Damon suggested, the three council members looked scared, I tapped my chi

Her eyes land on Dior, who I know have been spying on us since we arrived—I've been choosing to ignore the fool. I sip my coffee. "No one important." Dior isn't alone. He is sitting together with a handsome man wearing a suit, who must be Elijah. The man has been fixing his tie every five seconds. He is pedant like Dior described him, but whenever his gaze lands on the third guy, Wesley, his eyes turn tender and too gentle for me to consider the old vampire evil. Wesley is Dior's beta, a sweet guy who is relatively short and innocent-looking but make no mistake—his wolf form is ferocious.

I reply. “Male vampires can make children but not bear them,” Dylan points out. “Alphas don’t typically bear children but, Dee’s primary sex is female and our son is part Lycan,” I point out. “Both can bear children.” “Can we not talk about this anymore, Ace! Just fuck me already! I need the distraction of your cock in my ass and your fangs in my neck,” Dylan snaps. “Then transform, Dylie!” I growl as I take my Lycan for and stroke my monstrous cock.

I wasn’t even sure how it happened, but suddenly, they were making out and started to distance themselves from the group. “You know, I keep asking her out but she just won’t bend,” a male said. “She’s not into dick,” I said, matter-of-factly. “What about you?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes, forcing myself to concentrate through the booze induced haze. He was handsome. Tall, like all the male wolf shifters I knew. He was broad shouldered and strong with olive skin and jet-black hair. “You’re checking me out,” he said. “Yes, I am,” I agreed.

Before Izzie knew it she was flung around, coming face to face with a strange male vamp. His deep red eyes raked hungrily over her, drinking her in as he held her still. He was only a little taller than her, though that didn’t give her any sort of advantage.

“Brother.” Brother? The roar that followed shook the walls of the castle. Who is this male? What’s going on? When the male turned, her breath hitched. He was the alpha. And his features… His features resembled Aluxious. She placed a hand over her heart. So, Aluxious’s uncle killed a vampire. And Aluxious’ father got the elf pregnant. Her eyes widened as her thoughts went spiraling.

I gave her a look, a 'beats me' look and she stuck her nose up in the air before sliding into her seat, mumbling, "Bet Kane will be excited" Kane was our other best friend, blond, tall, firmly built and girlier than Sacha and I combined. Kane's dad was a vampire council member, an elder from all definitions. Kane's family was all sorts of complicated, with him being born out of desperation and a vow to keep the family line. His dad had married his human mother when the first vampire revolution had erupted, to take a stand with the humans and present a unified front from the council members, thereby aiding in stopping the war. It wasn't a marriage of love.

If memory served her correctly, this vampire was of German origin. “I understand he is thy enemy,” Kira said boldly, “as he is mine. His name is Lord Malcolm Jameson.” She held her breath while she waited for his reaction. He slowly walked around her while looking her up and down. As he did so, she boldly took note of his most apparent and appealing features. He was as tall as , possibly a bit taller. His movements weren’t hindered by his muscular body as it moved with a slow, fluid motion. His eyes looked almost violet as the assessed her from head to toe. The combination of violet eyes and fiery copper hair was striking. His eyes had a sternness about them that spoke of a power not t

She was sure he would turn his head enough and see her, positive that he could see right through her shadowing abilities as Gard could. Then he had turned and continued on his way, leaving her knees shaking with fear as she watched him go. The same feeling of 'knowing' wafted from the male. She knew who he was though she had never met him. He was Caleb Cullen, the most powerful vampire in history, with the exception of Gard that was.

It was one of their vampire guests, not Damien’s nephew. The man was incredibly good-looking. He had a youthful face, yet his eyes told otherwise. With his chiseled jawline, beautiful eyes, and lean muscles visible through his white shirt, she found he was just her type. She’d be drooling over him if he wasn’t married, or if she wasn’t thoroughly obsessed with Damien. “You… you startled me.” The vampire—Silas, was it?—stared at her, eyes unblinking. With the way he looked so serious, one might think her face held the secret to the universe.