Vampire Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

I want you to know the place you were born, to see where your mother was buried mio said Kayla took his hands " I can't leave here, this is where my people are but am promising you this after everything I will think about it and get back to you Mio nodded " your mom will be very happy moi added T bc What's the quickest way In killing a vampire

I had to shift, I had to be strong and I had to defeat the vampire king along with my friends and pack members. The next morning, I opened my eyes and smiled. It's my birthday and I’m 19. Compared to last year, I am very happy to welcome another year of my existence. Unlike before, I considered it just another normal day. But today is different. I have people who will celebrate it with me and hope to have my best.

Velma sighed. “I guess not.” Valko’s eyes bulged when he saw what happened next. His mate took the vampire’s hand and shoved it beneath her skirt. He roared. “Go now!” Velma begged. “I’ll handle this.” She told her brother. Valko used all his strength to leave the scene. Velma exhaled. This had been quite an interesting birthday for her. But she didn’t know how much more interesting it would get in a minute. She straightened her leather dress and walked up to the scene. “Hey neck-biter, how about you suck on something your own size?”

Vampire’s room and the first thing I saw at the time was happiness. I couldn’t hide the smile on my face and the feeling of it was just the same as the electric shock that came from my clit stormed all over my body to tickle me. “Heidi?” But what I experienced was different from Levi, instead of flashing me a great smile on his face as he saw me coming, he made a pouty face and Mr. Vampire seemed unhappy when he noticed the newborn boy arrival, it breaks my heart when I realized both Aria and Levi are unhappy.

The following month went by without any capture or new information concerning Orfeo and his clan. The pack knew the dhampir would be turning eighteen within the month, as those who were bred from the likes of a vampire were born under the influence and power of the winter solstice. Zach had his own birthday problems to contend with. Emily was also turning the big eighteen this December. He knew what he wanted to do, outside of the whole dinner, present, and cake thing, but how she would react to what he wanted to show her was to be questioned.

It’s over-the-top wolf-pack perfection. It’s perfect. Kieran steps forward, wearing that rare soft smile—the one he only gives me when no one else is looking. His voice is rough velvet, low enough to feel in my bones. “Happy birthday, little hybrid.” Viper purrs. The pack bursts into song—deep voices blending with laughter as they butcher the human birthday song without shame. “Happy birthday to you…” I don’t bother stopping the tears. They spill over as I stare at the cake, at Kieran, at this ridiculous, perfect gesture in the middle of a war that’s left us all exhausted.

I will not going to be his slave until I die. After a deep sigh, my body melted. The face of Kori and Trevence flashed again. Even the ambiance of that place suddenly crept along my spine. I feel like I was there again. Oh, gosh! I don't want to live forever! "Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..." Vico entered the room, holding a red velvet cake with a 18 candle on top. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying again. This was so wholesome! My birthday almost slipped on my mind, but he remembered it.

Intricate gothic borders frame the screen, and the words VAMP PARTY flash in bold, crimson letters that appear to be actively dripping blood down my phone screen. “Uhhh…” I look up at him, entirely confused. “What on earth is a vamp party?” Julian quickly lunges forward with lightning speed, snapping his teeth aggressively just an inch away from the sensitive skin of my neck. I let out a startled shriek, jerking backward into the couch cushions as my pulse violently quickens. “It’s a vampire costume party, Harper,” he whispers, dropping his voice into a dramatic, menacing rasp, widening his blue eyes to look unhinged.

"And the Prince's heir really dissolved his engagement for her." "Miss Elena is here too." Their gazes fell on me. They were probing, bright with the thrill of watching a scene about to unfold. In my last life, looks like that would have mortified me. This life, I only lowered my eyes and drank. The wine carried a faint scent of blood. It was stronger than anything from the human world. It was colder, too, and it settled me better. Before long, music rose in the hall. By vampire custom, the host opened the first dance by inviting the most honored lady present.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.