Vampire Hunter Costume Novels & Stories

“You’re reeking of anxiety right now, and Priest will immediately smell that on you.” “You’re one of them, you asshole,” I say while maintaining a smile on my face, then knowing who he is, I turn around to face him. Why the fuck do vampires have to be so goddamn gorgeous? He’s dressed in black, the same as everyone else, but he’s not even wearing a shirt. His body is immaculately ripped, with tattoos covering his entire right arm right up to his pectoral, his long blonde hair is hanging down over his shoulders, and his green eyes are the lightest shade I’ve ever seen.

When none comes, I look up to see Hunter is still staring, his mouth slightly open, as he closes his mouth, swallows, and opens it again. “You look,” he takes a deep breath, “stunning.” While I had been upstairs getting ready, he had made himself look elegant as well. Wearing a tuxedo jacket without a tie, his button front shirt is a shade of lavender that looks incredible against his pale skin and dark hair. His jacket, like his eyes, is such a dark blue that they almost appear black, and in his chest pocket is a silk handkerchief the same color as his shirt. With diamonds on his ears and cuffs, he looks just as elegant as the first day I saw him, that moment after I saved Livy, and my life

He gave up the fight with his tie and let Za take over, adjusting it for him. Za looked splendid in a long white dress with a high neckline, her hair perfectly coiled into a bun, white gloves on her hands, and minimal makeup on her face. "It's done," Za said when she finished. She looked at him for a few moments without saying anything. "Your mother would be happy to see you looking so handsome in a nineteenth-century tuxedo," she commented, and Pelinieve glanced at her. "I can't," he said in a low voice. "I didn't want to be here, I don't feel like it. This is so absurd." He chuckled briefly. "It's a stupid dance or party... for someone who isn't here."

Which, technically they were. Through the gaps between bristling wolves, I caught my first glimpse of the vampire. He was… not what I expected. No black cape or slicked-back hair like some cheesy movie villain. Instead, he looked as if he'd just stepped out of some fancy painting – all perfectly tailored dark clothes with subtle gold embroidery and an actual pocket watch chain glinting at his waist. His face was ageless in that creepy vampire way, but something about his slight smile seemed almost… kind?

Her hawk eyes fixed on Mr. Vampire, but it wasn’t a hearted glare; rather, it was a look of desperation and helplessness on her face. I only needed to glance into her eyes to see that she was a manipulative person. In addition, her perfectly arched eyebrows gave the impression that she was a villain. When we arrived, that female vampire was dressed in a dress of a coffee-colored hue that was tight and showed every wave of her body. That outfit was considerably different from what she had been wearing earlier in the day; guess she had a hidden goal before coming here.

"You are now officially student of Vampire high, welcome to Vampire High. You're journey begins here." ~~~ I smiled as I opened the door of my room and almost gasped as I was exposed to a large room, as in too big! Living room, kitchen Then there are two more hallways. It's a house and not a room. The interior theme is black and the furniture theme is white. There are paintings hanging on the wall. "Roommate." I looked at the one who's spoken. I saw the woman leaning against a wall where I could pass. Long black hair that I think is knee-length, black lipstick, black eyeliner, black nails, and is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.

He took a long gander around the room, his expression unreadable, but a certain rise in his brow that said things were amiss. I turned my attention to the robes of the man in the middle and the rugged one to his left. They were created from a dark and heavy fabric, and embroidered with intricate threads in crimson and gold. Typically, when vampires wore clothing like this, it was a silent declaration of which house they reigned from.

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.

They all must have hated to admit it, but they owe their lives to that pureblood vampire. They went out of the van that had the fake company name, and they were already welcomed by a group of men that they immediately knew as vampires. They usually bring a piece or two of the blood flower, but because of the recent incident with Elijah being able to easily compel one of their hunters, they had it infused into accessories that they could use. It was also infused in a brooch they wore that is part of their uniform. The others also got out of the vehicles containing the decorations, tables, and chairs, as well as other stuff that they were meant to bring.

"Hand him over, filth, and the Sanguine Court might let you live another night." The Harvesters—pale, thin vampires with long, hooked needles—dropped from the steed’s flanks, landing on the concrete with a terrifying lack of sound. Kaelor pushed himself up from the glass-covered floor. He stood at the mouth of the cave-like ruin, his legs shaking, his skin matted with dried blood and sweat. He didn't look like a relic anymore. His eyes were turning a terrifying, shadowed gold—the color of a storm at sunset.