Vampire Painter Novels & Stories

He couldn't deny that he didn't miss his old self. "If I don't want to come back, what do you think will happen to me, Dad?" Vincent said, asking what he had kept in mind all this time. Zach was stunned, looking at Vincent, who was doing the same thing. It would be bizarre if Zach, a wolf, raised the child of a vampire. Even though these two creatures have been enemies and warring for thousands of years,

I lifted my chin and tried not to fall apart. I crouched here and there to caress the faces of people I knew and cared about. Their bodies were limp, and their eyes were without the spark of life. There were blades frozen in the air, ready to deal a fatal blow—eyes black with a blood rage that scorched men’s souls. Werewolves gripped, ready to be crushed and discarded like trash. Vampires were in the midst of being torn apart by powerful jaws. It was troubling to look at the destruction on the battlefield.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

It was very exciting, and extremely expensive to get in, I never dreamed about anything like this, but I loved! I dragged daddy with me along with our bodyguards toward the first painting, the lady in the painting eyes would follow you everywhere, it's said some of these paintings would come to live at night, I don't know if it's for real or if my friend back at school was making fun of me, I tend to fall for teasing easily, Ari isn't the first one to get me. The next art had some vampire blood in it, it was crimson red, the painting is supposed to show the pain and betrayal, I didn't like that. We moved to one of the demons art, it looks dark, if you put your head close your could see the w

The light shadows blended with the background I painted in burnt umber. As I finished the painting, my own eyes widened in surprise. This was the best art I had ever created. Or maybe it was just about them that it made it look the best to me. I picked up a clean brush and gently began blending the rough shadows to smooth, I didn't know this could be any more perfect than it already was. There was nothing to praise about my work here, it was the three vampires who must have been perfected to perfection before they have been sent to the earth.

We know for a fact that these vampires won’t think twice about ripping our throats open. One painting in particular catches my eye, perhaps because the woman looks so very much like me. Long red hair flowing down her back in soft curls, her emerald eyes looking directly at the painter, her face pristine and unmoving as a man with black hair almost as long as hers prepares to sink his fangs into her neck.

"That I have secret fangs and will drain every drop of blood from you like a vampire?" "Was that... your attempt at humor?" I arched an eyebrow. Was this fucker reading my mind? If yes... I couldn't risk a single thought around him. "No—was it yours when you painted Penelope's Obsession? Pretty sure she wasn't handing that vampire her blood—it was her soul he slowly bled dry." I froze. He... he knew that painting? That was one of my earliest works, barely noticed outside a small circle. How the hell did he...?

I heard he does not only drink the blood of his victims, he goes as far as using the blood to paint on his canvas victoriously. “I spared your sister’s life the moment I saw your willingness to show up. I heard stories of one omega soldier who was hopelessly fearless, and for some reason, I craved to see her myself. I'm very much pleased to meet you, Ellie.” He said without looking at me. The way he said my name, like he was irritated by the mere thought of ‘Ellie.’ It meant light. Vampire's weakness. “Make no move, Edgar. I'm trying to get the plumpness of your rosy lips.” He made a glance at his male consort, and then back on the canvas. From where I stood, I could see his artistic work. I

“Greg, Cameron and I need blood, a lot of it, vampire and human.” “Right,” she shoved some plastic bags of blood at him. “These are freshly collected. Human and Mer. Vampire is in high demand, but I’ll try to find someone. The zombies sometimes get the better of the Mer and get a bite in. The vampires are treating them. I’m taking blood from anyone I can. Vampires need to be fed to recover.” “Who painted the hospital?” Talen wondered. “I did,” Delwyn approached them. “It came to me in a dream. From the mother, I believe. Here, Thaelen, drink from me. You are hurt.”

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.