Vampire Styles Novels & Stories

Vanessa smirked as she saw those four vampires fight amongst each other. Alexander was monitoring Becca and his surroundings carefully when a two-hundred-year-old vampire named Benedict appeared in front of him. “Ugh, not you,” Alexander groaned as Benedict has always managed to piss him off just with his annoying face while the words that spilled out of his mouth were even more annoying.

“No going back now.” I chuckled, and we descended the stairs. My father nodded here and there. I felt eyes on me from everywhere in the room. The only set I paid attention to was a deep blue in the corner. Sebastian wore a similar black tuxedo to my father’s. He was straight as a board with a neutral expression. His black hair was recently trimmed and styled to a modern, messy look. He was a dark, handsome, brooding vampire—the kind books were written about. His bright eyes set my blood on fire.

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.

She said, looking toward Majesta. She didn’t even look at Magnusson, and the fact that he didn’t have any food to eat. She worried that someone would know he was a vampire, but it wasn’t illegal or anything. It was just that it could hurt his business if someone found out. She put that thought out of her mind as well, for he was a multimillionaire, what would it matter if he lost a little business? Vampires had many different clubs and clothing stores around the area. Vampire Wears was one of the most popular lines of clothing out today. Goths all over the world flocked to the store to get clothing from a real vampire, even if they didn't know the woman was a vampire. What was funny was that

There was something eerie about the way he smiled, yet I could tell it had always been his way with everyone. Behind the Vampire Lord is another Vampire. He was far behind for me to recognize his face. He just looked at us from where he stood with his hands in his pocket. Both Vampires were wearing the same kind of suit, which looked far too extravagant for this meeting, but I know it’s normal for them. It was common knowledge that Vampires show extravagance, as it is one of the ways they capture their prey. Their prey is primarily those who long to feel the power of having extravagant things and power that they could never possess on their own.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

The scent of Clive's arousal filled my head "Oh god, how cute was he?" "So this is your first pair? Aren't you older than di..." "You? Yes, it is.” He shrugged. “Vampires are formalists. We don't wear blue jeans." "You wear."

Feeling wrinkled like a raisin, Esper drained the tub and quickly rinsed herself off in the shower. The female vampire walked to her closet stark naked, debating what to wear for her date with Seraph. After trying on several outfits, Esper picked a pair of black, jean high waisted shorts, a matching black halter top, a teal off the shoulder sweater with the phrase "Horror" printed in dripping letters, black thigh high socks, and matching teal high top wedges. To finish off her look, she pulled her long silver hair into a messy bun and walked to her personal library.

They were created to lure and entice humans they came into contact with. Brown hair curled at the nape of his neck, which matched the color of his eyes, except… Normally, where a vampire’s eyes were crimson, his were a caramel brown with only a red ring encircling the iris. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the fullness of his lips as they formed an O shape to blow another ring into the air. His tall, muscular body leaned against the door like he didn’t have a care in the world, wearing only dress pants and a crisp linen shirt with two buttons left undone at the top. If I wasn’t mistaken, I was pretty sure I caught a swirl of ink beneath—

Every faerie were high, licking and sucking the sweet and highly addictive white substance as they spread them all over their body while having hot and intense sex. The vampires were the same. They were wearing their black hoods while their mouths and lips were smeared with red, crimson blood from literally biting and wounding their sex partners. But their partners couldn't bring themselves to care for the pain they felt. If they felt anything, it would be the intense pleasure from being wrecked by their loved ones. Vampires were really known for their hardcore BDSM sex style. The werewolves, on the other hand, were surprisingly tame this time around.