Vampire Hat Novels & Stories

I spoke quickly before thinking about what I was going to do, and my face reddened. "Oh I think I'll match you no matter what I pick." He laughed light heartedly as I covered my face in embarrassment. "A vampire huh? What prompted that?" "It was either vampire or witch and I chose vampire because I'm still looking for the perfect witch hat and refuse to dress as one until I have it." I spoke through my hands and my laughter. "I'm going as a pop culture vampire, you know the whole 'I've waited a hundred years and she wasn't even down there' thing." I had dropped my hands from my face to my lap and made dramatic eyes as I recited the rough quote.

I muttered, and he sighed. "Most vampires wear black or gray. You are not the exception. Not only are your eyes a giveaway... your pale skin, fangs, and eyes. We cover the eyes with the shades, but even with them, it is easy to see that you are a vampire; the color black makes you look paler. A hunter could spot you a mile away, and I bet Asteria would kill us if anything happens to you," He finished, and even when I hated the idea, I knew they were trying to do what was best for the mission, so I complied, and we stopped at a gift shop. Of course, my luck there were no plain button-downs, heck, there were no button-downs at all, just stupid colorful shirts with more colorful letters across

“There are vampires among them,” Tantario muttered dryly through his teeth. - Vampires cooperate with people?! – the brown-haired man whispered dumbfounded. Tristan was also unpleasantly surprised. He thought that vampires would never stoop to playing war games with people. The line of warriors wavered, and a tall woman came out to meet the guys. She was wearing a tight-fitting scarlet suit with a fur collar, high red boots and a black and gold cloak, on which the design of a bloody rose stood out clearly. Long scarlet hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Hazel eyes looked at the strangers mockingly and somewhat arrogantly.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

He stated quietly, taking another step towards me. I barely had any time to react to that before he bent down a bit and cupped my cheek with one his hands. I instinctively leaned into his hand. His face had turned serious. "I know you've been through this before, but the vampires working there are always different and you never know what to expect." He paused for a second, moving the collar of the hoodie to make sure that the mark on my neck was visible, "If what you said is true, be sure to make this as visible as possible at all times."

He's still as young and handsome as before, isn't he? As soon as Aurora finished speaking, both she and Maris burst into laughter. Vampires not only possess immortality but even their appearance is never affected by time. If Harvey had the characteristics of a pureblood vampire and kept the mature, elegant features of a thirty-year-old man, Maris and Samson seemed more childish than he was. When they became vampires, they were only twenty years old. However, because Maris always likes to wear heavy makeup, she looks older than her neighbor Samson.

And she only realized that vampires would die by attacking their heart, squeezed or pulled out, crushed like an overripe tomato in one’s hand. Two of the seven remaining vampires were foolish enough to annoy the young lady before them and with their bodies unable to move, Aldric decapitated their heads at a breakneck speed right in front of everyone else. “Anyone else wanna try pissing her off?” Aldric asked as soon as he had his human head revealed to speak to them since his Lycan form could not.

Forming new image. Bat-winged sigil. Massive. Burning across the entire horizon. Impossible to miss. Impossible to ignore. The vampires aren't just claiming blood-right. They're declaring war. And they want everyone to know it. In the distance, a bat-winged sigil burns upon the horizon.

Vampire. A black hat covering his hair, stray blond strands falling over his face, he was dressed in all black, his hands dipped in the pockets of his coat. I didn't think vampires knew that black was not the color to wear on a sunny day. Maybe they didn't care. After all, black had the quality of appearing sophisticated, immaculate and threatening at the same time. "If the mountain does not come to us, then we must come to the mountain. Aiden Thorne, what a lovely surprise."

It was cold and calculated. Emma and Brett attacked the three vampires, and the fight was vicious. “Make sure to bite their heads off!” Javi yelled across the clearing. I had always heard that if you were to kill a vampire you had to gut out their heart or rip off their head, but I never was certain if it was true or not.