Vampire Hat Novels & Stories

Baruz approvingly patted his partner on the shoulder. Berhes broke into a pleased smile, which made his massive cheekbones seem even larger. sniffing the air, he inhaled noisily into his lungs. His eyes were also burgundy, though less intense than Baruz's. The ray-like filaments around the pupil barely perceptibly pulsed with red light. They stood like that for a while, not daring to choose a direction, a gust of wind brought them out of their thoughts. Olfactory receptors instantly sensed an irritating smell, centuries of hatred sharpened the perception of enemies. From the north end of the tunnel, the wind carried the scent of vampires, weak and flawed half-breeds, but still vampires. Baru

I instantly rushed over to her and took her into the basement, "Stay here, don't move." She nodded at me while I remove my gun and loaded it before going back upstairs. The door flew open, revealing six men in black suits, heavily armed. I scanned their skin in search for any tattoos and felt my heart skip a beat when I saw a tattoo on their wrists. A fucking Dragon. It was the Russian Mafia.

The male vampire's broad chest quickly got in the way. "Are you deaf? After all, I'm not a creature you can eat easily!" "Who's trying to eat you, Miss Sweetie?" The male vampire's finger lifted Ruby's chin. Ruby's hat-covered gaze was instantly fixed on the vampire's identity. The skin was deathly pale. A temple-to-cheek vein that looked like cracked glass. Blazing red eyeballs. Ruby wondered where she had seen this familiar face. Memory led to the blackboard in the break room.

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

His eyes were blood red and his wavy jet black hair cascaded across his face. In a fluent movement, he undid the button on his suit jacket to reveal a crisp white shirt. His legs crossed as he pondered in deep thought. The house was in chaos. Vampires were walking in and out, lifting furniture, throwing and crasing objects in search of something. A female vampire dressed in a red dress and black patent heels rushed to Andrei. She bent down to whisper in his ear. His face become an emotionless mask Hattie looked panicked and shifted in her seat. The red dressed vampire shot her a glance that made her sit as still as stone.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Adrian, his gaze unwavering, emphasized the importance of unity and the need to evolve beyond the cyclical nature of hatred. Seraphina, on the other hand, grappled with dissent within the vampire hierarchy. Her efforts to foster cooperation between the clans were met with skepticism and veiled threats from those who clung to the old ways. As a vampire princess and heir, she faced the arduous task of convincing her kind that a shared future with werewolves was not only possible but essential for their survival.

We leave the warrior women and their children in the built village, including our little angels who didn’t stop crying in the arms of their father and me, but who in the end, after promising that we will be returned, broke away and swore to be strong warriors for the pack. We march divided into groups, but we mixed vampires with werewolves to support each other. Vlad, unfortunately, happened to be in my and Darren’s group, which I can see him being nervous about. So, I added, “Hey...what you told me last night, applies to you too.” “Yeah, you’re right...but my hatred of him is something I can’t control.” “You know you’re sexy when you’re jealous?” I smiled. He looks at me and smiles complace

He seemed to be a big player among the vampires. It didn’t take long before that guy polled up in a huge SUV flanked by another 4 vamps. We had barely got through our first cocktail. “Chug it quickly Rikkon we are leaving” I pour the drink down my throat and head out with Rikkon hot on my tail. I walk to the end of the street. The vamps still all stood outside talking animatedly gesturing and waving his hands. I didn’t intend to get close or walk by them but the opportunity was too great to miss. We cross over at the top of the street, my plan is to walk straight past them seemingly deep in conversation with Rikkon while he gets a good sniff. Hopefully that asshole doesn’t remember me, but I

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.