Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

“Those are too high! How many inches are those?!” “Too low, actually! Just wear them!” Vangie walked back to the bed and sat down. The stilettos were five inches high. She hadn’t worn heels like these in twenty years. She almost lost her balance a few times before she finally found her footing. “You’re trying to paralyze me!” she complained. Sheila just laughed. “Let’s go!” She dragged Vangie out of the room. Anton was quietly waiting outside—and his jaw dropped the moment he saw her.

and angry. Oh yeah, no high heels today – Chris continued. It was obvious that he was teasing, but his expression remained unchanged. But every time she talks to someone else, her neck must be very tired – Chris continued. The thing is that if in the Vampire world there is a contest to vote for the top shortest vampire, Brawen will definitely be honored in it. With a height of 1m63, as small as an extremely short legged girl lost among the 1m80 supermodels of the academy. That's not including male Vampires who are only over 1m90.

Vampire bloodlines were rare, and there had always been a strong emphasis on their descendants, so it would be odd if she were. The girl appeared to be very young, yet she had suffered abuse, judging by the scars on her arms and legs. I lifted the girl into my arms and decided to take her to see a doctor. Vampire wounds usually healed quickly, so why were hers so difficult to heal? I gently sat her in the passenger seat and closed the car door.

The sharp sound of stiletto heels echoed on the marble floor. When the pair of black, red-soled high heels—identical to the ones Elara used to wear—appeared in front of him, Harvey's eyes widened in shock!

Declan: The charging vampire was older and stronger than Declan, but his fatal mistake was relying on brute strength. He waited until the vampire was on top of him, before dropping to one knee, spinning around and cutting through both his Achilles tendons, nearly severing his feet. The vampire roared and fell forward. Before he could heal, Declan drove his sword into the other man’s back, and twisted, hearing his opponent’s spine crack and break. He freed the blade, and brought it down, severing the vampire’s head.

As if they'd materialized from shadow itself. Tall. Too tall. Seven feet at least. Too thin—limbs that stretched wrong, joints that bent at strange angles. Moving in ways that made my eyes hurt to track. Red eyes glowing in pale faces. White hair on the female at the center. My blood turned to ice. Vampires. Not just vampires. Bloodletters. The female smiled. "What a delightful gathering," she said. Her voice was silk over razor blades. "Please. Don't stop on our account."

UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the strong feeling I'm being watched as I turn I see a vampire coming straight at me, I snear knowing I'm not your average wolf, and I can easily take him. As he gets to me I grab him and throw him into the water, my flight or fight response is surprising me as it usually tells me not to fight but not this time. The vampire comes for me again and I let Kylo take control shifting into my wolf. Kylo snaps at him, missing him by centimetres as he hits Kylo in the side "he's not a regular vampire Ky he has no scent be careful" I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere a

Becca was interrupted when Shier pushed her inside her bedroom. Then Shier gave a devilish smirk towards Alexander and said, “I have a spell surrounding the manor. The balcony was an open space, so you could enter, but let’s see how you enter now, you vampire.” With that, Shier closed the balcony door and slapped Becca in the face. “Wha—” she was interrupted by Shier. “You insolent girl! I raised you up right and you are flaunting your romance with a fucking vampire. Do you know what a vampire did to us?” he yelled and took out a whip which he secretly kept in Becca’s room in her absence.

That just wasn't right! I got ready to go out. Although I was a vampire, it didn't mean that I was going to walk up in the club looking jacked up. I dressed in a black silk shirt without a bra to show off my newly perky boobs. I dug through the back of my closet for a pair of black pants that a day earlier I would have been bursting out of. Now they hugged my curves and looked the way I had wanted them to look on me when I first purchased them—before I had tossed them into the back of the closet when I couldn't squeeze my big thighs into the legs. Next I pulled on my low-heeled boots instead of spiked heels in case I needed to do some running.

“Damn you!” She rolled on the pavement, to ease herself from the drop, before standing quickly on one foot. They were at the edge of Brickland, as she instantly noticed the end of red brick buildings. She got into a fighting stance, jumping on one foot, in a rather funny matter, and took a careful look at the vampire before her. A yellow blouse, a black micro skirt that nearly showed her crotch, leather boots, and perfect make-up. The face was familiar. “This is how you thank me? I grabbed you right under the nose of those big, bad, scary sentinels and whatever it was I’m not sure–demon I guess–and ran for 10 kilometers at the very least.”