Vampire Hat Novels & Stories

Everything Sharmaine has is what one dreams of. "I won't forgive you." Nanami Vincent rushes, she attacks strongly. Nanami Vincent and Sharmaine are the first two vampires in the world, she has witnessed many separations, she has lived alone for thousands of years without anyone by her side. Nanami Vincent still thinks that fear and self-doubt about that past is gone. But when Sharmaine and Augustus appear, the only vampire who can give birth, Nanami Vincent hates those people, why does she have everything.

“His blood still had a trace of the vampire gene even though he wasn’t a full vampire. Something my parents knew. My Dad made the deal that we would give him a large sum monthly if I could feed on him. He took the deal without hesitation.” As I watch him sit down next to me, he turns and smiles at the thought of the words he is about to speak. “You see, his blood was the absolute best that money could have ever bought. His blood had a nourishing factor way beyond what humans blood had. The best part about it all was that he taught me things. He taught me to ride, how to farm, see the good in people, have compassion, and so much more. I owe a lot of who I am to that man. He always wore a Hat

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

Hatice walked towards her. The sound of her shoe hitting the floor was so loud. She stopped in front of Vero and pushed up her sunglasses onto her head. “You,” she said, pointing her index finger. Her nails were sharp and adorned with bright red nail polish. “I want to talk to you.” Hatice is not a vampire. She doesn’t have the same elegance as Lev and Sant or the mysterious aura like Jia. She’s just a pure bitch. Although Vero’s legs began to tremble from the memories of Hatice’s treatment of her in the past, which brought up traumatic experiences, Vero steadied herself and met Hatice’s gaze with anger.

We are never called by our name. Sandra: I am not here to grieve on the fact that no one calls you by name. I need some information on the celestial kingdom heir Lahkesis: We told you the child might/might not gain their powers till 17 years of age. Sandra: I remember but I spoke to her today and found that she recently got hurt by a silver bracelet and then self-healed herself. Also, she was able to hypnotize a human. Atropos: It is pretty common for any magical to hypnotize and self-heal and vampires usually get hurt by silver. That’s not a big deal. But this means she is gaining her power.

a silky sultry voice asked. All three of their heads snapped up at the unannounced guest. Standing at the top of the boulder was a woman. She was dressed in a long blood red gown that split open down the middle leaving little to the imagination. The fabric hugged her body in a sexy way accompanied by a slit that ran up to her mid-thigh revealing even more milky skin. Her long bright red hair was draped to one side in elegant waves giving her overall look more class. Black eyes watched them all with mild interest. But when she smiled they realized she wasn't an ordinary woman at all, but a vampire.

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

His eyes are silver. "They are Vaughn's twin men, Von Floyd Vaughn's brown haired man and Van Floyd Vaughn's black haired man. Like Creed, the two are half vampire and half wolf, you can't separate the two unless they fight "Do you see their piercing? That's their best asset, did you see the design of their earrings? Skull. It means when you do something they don't want you to break." He whispered to me.

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