Vampire Invited Novels & Stories

“Good day, passengers. This is the announcement for flight 69A to Romania—” “Sure, sure. I must depart at this time. They’ve already started calling passengers. Bye. I’ll call you when we arrive at our first stop.” She didn’t let Rina bother her again and ended the call right away. Cyrille stood up straight and took a deep breath. “That’s it. I’ll be there, Romania. Vampires await my grand arrival.”

“Do I really have to?” “Yes woman!”, Wilhelm snarled. “I’m freezing out here”. Amar eyed him. “I thought vampires can’t get cold”. “We can’t. That was just my way of saying you should hurry up with your invitation”. “You’re really mean”, she said. “Amar…” “Fine. Come in Wilhelm”. He rose a brow. “Is that…” “Yes, I’m inviting you in. The thing is”, she paused, grinning. “Will you accept my invitation?”

Subject: Your Blood Party Invitation – October 18th “Dear Elena, Your application has been thoroughly reviewed and enthusiastically approved. You are cordially invited to the Blood Party on Saturday, October 18th, at midnight sharp. Final location details will be transmitted exactly twenty-four hours prior. Arrive alone. Bring nothing but your body, your honesty, and an open mind. Dress elegantly — something that flatters the throat. Blood donation is always voluntary. However… many of our guests discover that the experience becomes far more transformative than mere feeding. We look forward to tasting you. – The Host” I read it at least twenty times, my pulse thundering in my ears. This coul

By the time I return, I am ragged, my clothes torn and my body aching. Hudson is waiting outside the pack house with his arms folded and a grim expression on his face. He holds something in his hand and holds it out to me. “While you were gone,” he says slowly, “this arrived.” A letter? I snatch it from him, tearing it open, then my eyes trace the words. The vampire lord? An invitation to the Crimson Masquerade for three days. His words drip with arrogance, stating their many high individuals that would be attending and how much I wouldn't want to miss it for anything in the world.

Was this too good to be true? Willow looked down at the invitation as she slowly took it from Amanda. It looked pretty generic on the outside as she carefully tore it open and showed a beautiful, yet cliché, orange and black themed card inside. Silver spider webs laced around the edges, and in bold crimson red text was the address, the number to call Amanda and outfit requirements. Willow ran her fingers over the card like it was some delicate portrait by Leonardo DaVinci. Amanda stood across from her expecting with her arms folded across her dark brown vest. Willow thought she could see a door opening and the air changing when she breached the threshold. "Okay. I'll go." Willow finally answ

They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all, something that they never wished to encounter. “Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary.

How am I meant to unite the packs when there is such hostility? I have spoken with Jasper and the sisters about the possibility of inviting their races and asking if the invites will be well received by them. It’s apparently unheard of for vampires and witches to be invited to werewolf events. I beg them to help and even give them the official title of liaison manager, to hopefully put the other races at ease by being able to consult with one of their own. I’ve spent some time with them planning the letter to go with the invitation which will be sent by them. I read the letter one final time:

Blade said, Simone nodded his head, quickly walking to the table, he dropped the two envelopes carefully. Blade stared at the envelopes, he wondered what the envelopes contained. Slowly he picked the first envelopes, tearing the seal apart, he read the contents aloud. To The King Of The Entire Vampire Race. "I Lucas Vincent, the alpha of the Air Winder Pack cordially invites you to a party which would be taken place In our little but friendly pack, your presence will strengthen the relationship between our both packs and also between the werewolves and vampires. We do love to see your presence in this party. I hope you accept this little invitation of mine."

I asked gently, breaking the silence. Darick took a moment, and then replied. "A vampire can never enter another rival’s vampire's home without invitation. If they do enter without proper invitation, they will be violently ejected by a magical force. That means someone must have let him in, and I plan on finding out who." The tone of Darick’s voice had changed at his last sentence, and I sensed the rage seeping through his body. "What's the proper invitation?" I pressed.

The Vampire wished to see me? I quickly skipped to her side, "Um, excuse me," I began in a soft voice, "The vampire? What is he like?" She chuckled, "oh, he is mysterious, almost dark and ominous. he loves to play games." I gulped loudly, she chuckled again. "Don't be frighten, miss. I'm sure your meeting will go well." Don't be frightened.easy for her to say. She halted at the door and knocked twice.