Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

The scream that tore through her throat reverberated through the whole bloody manor, its incredibly high pitch and intensity even managing to grate on the vampire's sensitive hearing. Damn it. Damn those fucking paper napkins. And damn that way too sensible skin of hers. He heard that chair screech right before noticing her stumbling out of that dining room like a frightened little animal, her kitten heels producing loud clicking sounds as she ran down the hallway. Yep. That was definitely not the best of choices for a desperate flee from your soon-to-be executioner.

There was a fire escape on the side of the building, just outside the window. It looked like nobody had touched it in years. The iron railings were eaten with rust, and the whole thing looked ready to come apart. This was a private vampire banquet hall. The people who came here were high-ranking vampires. No one had imagined anyone would dare strike here. And no one had imagined that these untouchable nobles would ever be reduced to crawling out down a rusted fire escape to save their own lives. I cracked the window open. I was about to gauge the distance to the staircase, then turn back to call Alexander.

I looked at my side to think about it and then Drake tried to convince me again, "I know you also do not want to show for the first time to our fellow vampires as an heiress without any gifts. And tomorrow is your chance to prevent that from happening, okay? So just agree with us, for this is a very rare chance for us! We offered something to her yesterday, and the door of the heart of the palace opened. That means she's still in there. This is an opportunity you shouldn't waste yourself." I don't know what's keeping me from not agreeing with this great opportunity in front of me. Drake is right, I really do not want to show for the first time to our entire land as a royal blood who didn't p

Samael and I relax by the fire for a little while, until Heidi and Harlow show up to help me get ready for dinner. They apply a light layer of make-up on my face, and style my hair in a half up-do, leaving a few curls loose. The dress they put me in is midnight blue, it's fitted at the top but flows to the floor in layers and has dainty lace sleeves. “Do vampires always dress this fancy for dinner?” I ask, as Harlow places a pair of heels in front of me, which I step into cautiously.

She couldn't outrun him, even she should know that. The vampire became a blur before he was right in front of the girl, forcing her into a skidding halt. He grabbed her frail, shaking body by her arm, his smirk growing more menacing as his fangs came into view. She didn't even have time to beg before the vampire sank his teeth into her neck earning another high-pitched scream. I just stood there, horrified. I've seen that girl before, and that was not her Master. I looked towards my Master as if he would help the girl.

The back dips low too, baring my spine all the way down to the small of my back. Next, Versace Medusa Chain high heels, jet black with gold accents. I sit on the edge of the bed, fastening the straps. When I stand, I have to take a second to find my balance. My calves flex, my posture shifting. I feel taller, sharper, like every inch of me demands attention.

She grabbed a pair of high heels and tossed them to me. "How high are these death traps?" I asked, eyeing the eight-inch heels with a mix of awe and trepidation. "What? You want to party with models, you gotta look the part," Andra said, already slipping on her own sky-high heels. "The higher the heels, the more attention you get." I took the heels with a reluctant sigh, struggling to balance as I strapped them on. Almost losing my footing, I flailed—but Andra caught me just in time, laughing hysterically.

Hayley turned immediately. The hallway was dead quiet. Then, a black high heel stepped out first. Click. After the heel hit the floor, a long leg wrapped in sheer black stockings wobbled into view. Then, a short black skirt. A fitted black blazer. A white blouse. The figure stumbled down the stairs awkwardly. Whoever that zombie had been in life, it clearly hadn't been good at walking in heels. Momentum carried it forward, and it staggered several steps before catching itself. Then it stopped, its head hung low.

I give up. Soon, the most awaited moment commenced. It was the time for the show stopper to show up and flaunt the epochal piece of her squad. All the eyes were set on the middle of the ramp where the light was focused. The first glimpse was of a seven-inch high heel. Yes… seven inches! That’s quite a painful thing in a model’s life. Once they get on their heels they ought to tip-tap them in the right way so that they don't look like they are in pain. Instead, they need to show it like they are wearing sneakers.

Ren dusted them off first and walked in front of me, raising the things that he took. I gasped and stared at it in horror. High heels. Emphasis on the high. There's a reason why it was one letter away from spelling Hell. "I think this would help you to walk properly." Ren said and bent down in front of him as if he would put it on. "You're kidding me!" I screamed and removed my foot from his reach. Sure, the shoes are shiny and pretty but it's too high! I think it's at least 4 inches tall. I can't even walk with a good posture and they expect me to wear them?