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?”

“The stores are still open. We could go shopping tonight instead of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders, walking beside her as she heads to the door. “Maybe pick up some dinner on the way to your place?” She nods her head in agreement. “Some burgers and fries.” “Whatever you want.” The mention of food makes me hungry as well, but her blood is useless to me now since it’s infected with vampire blood. Vampires bite other vampires as a sign of intimacy on a much deeper level than vampires biting a human. Therefore, that list of names is just as important to me as it is to Charlie.

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

Third Person The invitation wasn’t only sent to Alphas and Lunas of other packs but also to prominent figures like the White Witches of Panoma, the Warlocks of the Grassland, the Crown Prince of Oman (Vampire Clan), and the ever-wicked and pristine Black Witches of Cave Blood. Aside from them, nobles, high-ranking elders, and ministers were also invited, and, as expected, one of them arrived at the prime minister's mansion. Yella was now feeling much better. The herbs Helene had prescribed were doing a great deal in numbing the constant aching of her bones and weakness, but it wasn’t just that. She had warned her mother as she had years back.

The vamp said in a sweeping bow before turning and walking to the main double doors. There were two guards standing at the entrance and Kim watched as the Irish vamp reached into his jacket and handed one of them an envelope. The guard nodded and let him through without a question. "Shit" she cursed to herself. This event was invitation only. Even as she figured this out she continued her slow stride to the front entrance. Seduction was all she had at the moment and if that didn't work then killing them would be next. "Invitation?" The vampire guard asked. He was huge to say the least and Kim wondered for a moment if she could take them if this didn't go well.

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.

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:

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