Vampire Painter Novels & Stories

On the third day, the dam broke. It started with a single slash of black paint across a pristine white canvas. It was an act of violence, a scream without sound. Then another, and another. He wasn't painting a picture; he was exorcising a demon. He used his hands, knives, rags, anything he could find. The colors were murky, violent: deep burgundy like old blood, sickly yellow like a bruise, charcoal black like a void.

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.

she asked. Type or not, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past?

“She’s just dedicated. Maybe too dedicated.” Izzy watched as the maid disappeared down the hall, her expression unreadable. Behind her, Kimmelly exhaled slowly. “Mission failed,” she whispered. Izzy smirked, eyes never leaving the retreating figure. “Not yet.” She stood and moved to the far end of the room, where large framed artworks lined the walls. Her fingers trailed lightly over the edge of an ornate frame. The first painting caught her attention immediately. A vampire. Ancient. Strong. His eyes were piercing, his expression trapped between agony and something far worse. The plaque beneath the frame was carved in a language Izzy barely recognized.

I asked at once, but he wouldn’t answer. All he did was take me through the narrow passage, leading me out of the room. When we left the room, we passed through a hallway that had statues and paintings on the wall. At the end of the hallway stood a painting that ran from top to bottom. The painting was of a man who had an uncanny resemblance to Sue. “Who is that?” The question fell from my lips before I could stop it. “Enzo Darkmoore. The greatest vampire to rule, and when he returns, you little wolves will be toast,” the man gave an immediate reply before yanking me out of the hallway and taking me into a room that looked similar to a living room.

Damian proudly replied that the paintings were works of art by both himself and the deceased ancient vampire elders. He said that the paintings were a precious heritage for the ancient vampire clan. "Some of the paintings are my work. I painted them. It has been my hobby for a long time. I like to paint what I see and what I feel. And some are the masterpieces of the elders of the ancient vampire clan." Damian said proudly. "I just found out that you vampires really like to paint. And not only on the level of liking, it seems that you are also very good at painting. Look at every detail of these paintings, there is only one word for it, PERFECT." Alex said with a look full of admiration.

Slowly, he finishes with, “Yes, her name is Amber Parks.” “Oh good, she would be a fun addition. I liked her. She is something of a conidium, though. I could put my finger on it, but there is something different about her.” “She is a half-blood, hybrid vampire. I didn’t know until last night.” “Wow, that is a thing? I didn’t know that existed, Dom. I mean all these years, and that must be the first, right?”

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Micke answered. I rolled my eyes to both of them. They are freaking snob but I can't get mad right now. I need my mind to move properly to make a good plan. I walk around and look at the paintings on the wall. They are almost about life and death. "Why are all your paintings here are about life and death?" I asked my guards. One of them look at me like I'm stupid. "For started Lady Adellee, we are vampires. We came from life to death to living like a dead. These paintings shows our history, which I know you do not understand because you are a wolf." Mike said.

I begged as my own blood choked me. It’s as if she was possessed by something,as if she didn’t know what she was doing. “Why should I? Your people kept us in bondage, you suck humans as if you created them but it’ll end today, it’ll definitely end” she lamented as thunder stroke the clouds. “With the power invested in me,I make the vampires slaves,impotent before us” she yelled as my eyes began to close down. She watched me take my last breath as everything on Earth became blurry.