Vampire Sleeping Position Novels & Stories

It was slow and rhythmic, letting her know that they were all asleep. Do vampires sleep? No, they don't necessarily need sleep but they just do it anyway. According to them, they liked the feeling of having dreams and peaceful bliss that comes with zoning out from the world. She was sitting at the balcony of her new room, thinking about how her life had drastically changed in just one week. She found out she had a vampire mate. Could her life have any more surprises than it already did? She didn't even think it was possible to have two mates but here she was, with three mates which one of them couldn't stand the sight of the other two.

“I see. That’s okay. Most are asleep, anyway. Contrary to popular belief, not all shifters are night owls.” On the nth night, he brought a futon and pillow with him so he could lay down and was adjusting his position when she spoke. “Vampires.” “What about vampires?” he asked. “Night owls.” It stunned him so much that he could only gape at her shadow before he cleared his throat. “Yes. A good majority are. Are they good or evil in your eyes?” “Neutral.” “I see.” No rivalry, then. “How was your day?” “Good.” There was a smile to her tone. He latched on to it and leaned closer to the tent.

Having sat up and become comfortable, I stopped wandering my eyes and shifting my head from the left to the right the moment my sight zeroed in on Nicholas. He is in the room. I swear, I wasn't expecting it. Of course, it is his room, but does he even stay there except for the nights, which aren't even compulsory for him? I watch as he is asleep, or whatever it is they call it in the vampire language. He is slurping downwards such that his back is arched inside, and I am sure that for a human, they would have woken up in body pain from that position. I watch as his arms spread in line with the arm of the chair. He seems to be somewhat comfortable there.

Amira, a young woman of ethereal beauty, lay in peaceful slumber upon the silken sheets, her chest rising and falling with each tranquil breath. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the vampire approached with a hushed reverence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and longing, beheld her delicate features, bathed in the moon's tender caress. His heart, frozen in time, quickened with anticipation.

In a swift movement, he was in her room. The bed lamp was on, it was a faint red lamp and for a normal human eye, you wouldn’t be able to see much but for a vampire, even in the dark, everything is bright. He watched as she lay peacefully in her bed. Her breath was in a slow movement and her body was covered in her white blanket. Her hair was tucked in a blue satin. She looked as fresh as morning dew in her sleeping state.

When his eyes opened, he saw he was in Daisy’s room. Being the child of a human and a vampire, as well as being anointed in blood to be sacrificed to their deity, Ahaz was bound to have such powers. He took his steps towards the foot of her bed and looked at her. She was sleeping like a careless kid. Her hair was scattered on the pillow and some strands were even covering her face. Her lips were slightly parted, indicating she is so comfortable right now. She was sleeping on her left side and her arm was covering her head as well as her eyes. Her chest, which was covered by the duvet was heaving up and down with her every relaxed breath.

Damn, Xenia; could you be needier? I brace myself up on my elbow and look down at his handsome sleeping face, realizing how much of his stress and worry disappear when he’s asleep. When I lay my head on his chest, I don’t hear a heartbeat, but his skin is so warm and he feels human. At first, it confused the hell out of me when he fell asleep, only for me to remember that he’s a vampire.

I said softly, while pushing him so he was sitting up with his back against the headboard. Everyone knew Vampires loved to feed when Humans were on their lap, it gave them a direct line to the main vein in our necks. It was less painful for the Human too. I ignored his erection throbbing underneath my core as I took my place on his lap. He smashed his lips into mine hungrily, while his hands wrapped in my hair and trailed over my upper body.

I asked. “Yes, dormant. Vampires, when injured badly enough go into a state of dormancy. Meaning they need to sleep, that’s where the myths about the coffins come in. She will be dormant, and healing much like our healing sleep however, ours lasts twenty-four hours at most. I’ll be back to check on her tomorrow evening, but you must give her blood at least one more time before the evening. She’s going to desperately need blood.” Agora said putting her jacket on. “Okay.” I shake my head to let her know I understand.

Matteo stepped into a dark hallway, with candles flickering along the walls. His short blond hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes scanned the area until they found a black coffin sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over and gently lifted the lid. Inside, the vampire Vlad was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest. Matteo knew Vlad hated being woken up, but this couldn't wait. He sharpened his claws and sliced open his own palm, letting his blood drip onto Vlad's lips.