Vampire Styles Novels & Stories

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

My parents were already standing where they normally did for meetings and I searched for Adrian but didn't see him. Oh no. Sarah and I struggled to push ourselves to the front and we were able to. I could see 5 of our hunters use extended hardened metal cords to hold the vampire out. He was binded by his arms and legs, his clothes torn. He had very pale skin, almost unnaturally so. His facial features were sharp and gave him a mysterious and attractive look. He had high cheekbones that made his face look sculpted and chiseled. His jawline was angular, defined, and stood out, adding to his vampire-like appearance.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

My eyes opened again and I looked back up into his, biting my lower lip to hold back a small moan as the toy vibrated over both my clit and the strangely sensitive spot inside me. The vampire’s eyes were strangely beautiful… Like a sort of Wolfish beauty. His irises were deep, rich crimson, clear, and obviously intelligent. They drew you in but sent instinctual warning shivers down your spine. I did just that, shuddering a little. Goosebumps broke out over my skin; down my spine, around my ribs, and over my shoulders. I thought I saw a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone so quickly there was a good chance I’d just imagined it.

I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it. “Do you know who we are, witch?” Said the second male vampire and I could tell that he was much younger than the first, his English accent less prominent in his voice. The second male had the same raven hair as the first, though his reached the apex of his back; a similar central parting but without the shortness as the sides. He was as slim as the first, with piercing amber eyes much like that of the older vampire; his stance on witches clear to be nothing other than distain, especially towards me. He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that cov

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

You could tell that they attempted to dress them up and look presentable but with the multiple scars and bite marks encased on their frail Human bodies, the dresses did little to help them. There was one Vampire that caught my eye as we were heading towards the dancefloor. She was tall, probably my height or barely shorter. She had blonde locks that fell pin straight below her ass, and she wasn’t wearing the traditional red and black like most of them were. She was in the softest ice blue dress, adorned with sparkles and lined with white fur. It was a long dress, dragging the floor behind her and the top was a spaghetti strap style. Her skin was just a shade darker than everyone else's and h

"This isn't a pleasure trip." "So you say!" Annie replied. To Annie, everything was an opportunity for fun. But immediately her demeanor changed as we entered the dark club; her eyes narrowed, checking out every corner. I was glad she was on our side. In the club, vamps of all eras and countries danced to eerie music. A few in a corner had multi-colored hair in shades of cobalt blue, fire engine red, and bright yellow, with skull tattoos. They were young. At the bar were a few vamps that could pass as humans, if they chose, probably stepping in for a drink. Another wore a typical Dracula cape with his hair slicked back, and long fingernails painted black, obviously wanting the attention. But