Vampire Styles Novels & Stories

Aster: Behind the desk sat an impressive man. He was attractive, like all of them, with amazing white hair and the most unique eyes she had ever seen – icy, pale blue. Do vampires only transform good-looking people? She wondered. He looked strangely familiar, and when he spoke she had the uncomfortable feeling that she had heard his voice somewhere before. “Miss Montgomery,” he said, and his deep, gravelly voice sent shivers up and down her spine. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

she fumbled, fear and respect clashing like he was about to eat her or something. Like she wanted him to eat her... or something. Taking a page straight out of their early mafia playbook, these vampires never missed a beat when it came to dressing to the nines, and this one was no exception. Dressed to kill, quite literally, his dark gray suit was a perfect fit, screaming designer from every stitch. It clung to him in all the right places, but he kept it casual with a few top buttons undone, showcasing a tangled array of necklaces that probably meant something in the vampire world.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

The vampire stands on the edge of the thirteenth floor, the spotlight below illuminating the contours, the shadows playing dynamically at the slightest movement. Dark hair in small strands descends just below the eyebrows. At the back of the head, slightly elongated. A sharp chin with powerful, well-defined cheekbones. Slightly sunken cheeks. The jaw muscles play under the skin, which is riddled with vertical depressions that sometimes appear on the face of a vampire. Pale, with small streaks, the skin around the eyes is much darker, gently changing tone, going down. Symmetrical eyebrows, at the base of the nose, form two vertical skin folds. The thin line of the lips is raised in a broken a

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Nevaeh grimaced disgust in her tone. I began to panic; if Bethany hadn't gotten picked by the vampires with her long blond hair and petite frame, why would they choose me? I had unruly wavy red hair and emerald green eyes, with freckles covering my entire body. While I wasn't fat before we went on the run, I wasn't skinny either. I could tell by how my dress fit me that I had lost some weight, but I knew I wasn't as toned as Bethany. From what I had learned of Vampires, they were perfect. Their skin was flawless, never an imperfection insight, their eyes mystical cerulean blue that turned a sparkling red when they ate, their scent irresistible. They were alluring, which made them the perfect

Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous.

Julian emerges first—pale, elegant in tailored black, fangs gleaming, eyes crimson with hunger. Behind him, the vampire army—hundreds strong, capes billowing though no wind blows, shadows clinging like living cloaks. Some old—Victorian elegance. Some new—modern tactical gear over immortal skin. All deadly. **Julian (bowing slight, voice smooth as silk, smile sharp):** “Storm Queen. Your call echoes in every vein of the night. The Bathory Covenant answers. The horde is yours.” The battle ignites. Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight.

He knew that she was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to his warnings. “So, you’re a werewolf?” He nods, smiling at her. “What happened to that man?” “The vampire? Someone else sorted it while I checked you were okay.” She’s satisfied with that. He gave her the answer she needed, he told her that he had killed Dan, but part of her still feels like he’s alive somewhere, somehow. “So, vampires can’t come out during the day?” “Yes and no. There are three types of vampires, Olivia: Ceprimora, Morgelantous, and Monventla.”