Vampires Don't Sparkle Novels & Stories

Vampires and werewolves mingled in precarious harmony, but the tension was like a taut string waiting to snap. My nose crinkled at the metallic tang of blood that hung heavy in the air. Goblets of it were passed around freely, their deep red contents swirling like forbidden nectar. Vampires sipped greedily, their lips stained with the essence of life. Some even dipped their fingers into the liquid, tracing languid patterns on the pale skin of their companions. It was revolting, barbaric, and I struggled to keep my face neutral.

Damien smiled kindly at her, "Actually, holy water will only make the skin itch. And for garlic, I don't know who made such a ridiculous theory. But unlike silver, it will give a strong burning sensation. That's why all the rebellion members have silver-based hunting weapons." Michelle finally nodded, and Alexis had stopped laughing, though she was still smiling faintly. "And never ask about the sunlight. Because it will only make you laughed at by other people. The vampire is not a creature that will immediately burn when exposed to sunlight. Myth ... maybe not a myth, but it is more accurately described as propaganda. Stupid propaganda that says vampires only moving at night. Maybe this st

Inara said and they all looked at her. “See, she knows what she’s talking about. Forget the glitter … there is no glitter,” Besnik said. “What is this glitter for the vampires?” Granit asked and Inara laughed again. “It’s a different movie and not applicable here at all. Bes is right, forget that glitter exists,” Inara said. “Okay, glitter does not exist,” Kadri said as he wiped his mouth. “I understand now. No glitter ever.”

The vampires glided through the moonlit corridors, their predatory instincts heightened by the thrill of the impending capture. Inside the Alpha's den, Carla lay beside Alpha Andrew, blissfully unaware of the impending danger. The room was bathed in a soft, silvery glow, courtesy of the moonlight filtering through the windows. Unbeknownst to them, the vampires closed in, their eyes reflecting a hunger for power. In the stillness of the night, Carla stirred, a subtle awareness tugging at her consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. Shock painted her face as she beheld the surreal sight of vampires surrounding their bed.

She asked for it and there it was, the plain truth and nothing but the truth, served on a hot plate of garlic… yes I was not a fan of garlic, but it was a personal choice, not that it would kill me if I dared to take it. If looks could kill right now I might have died again, and come back to life, then die again and again, in a vicious cycle. Clara obviously took what I said to heart and was looking at me in a way that even I was fazed. "So are you trying to tell me that we are just a bunch of gullible beings at the beck and call of the vampires?" She asked, looking irritated. "Well I wouldn't say that exactly," I told her. "Then what makes you so sure?" She asked.

There’s a lightness to them, as if they barely touch the ground - this will come in handy later - and yet a sense of danger lingers beneath their delicate exterior: a quiet power that reminds anyone nearby that this being is older, stronger, and infinitely more cunning than any mortal could ever imagine. My form will blend in with all of your forms and enhance them, instead of having just my own form, as we are much sought after for our scent and powers. My scent alone will have males running from every direction to find us. Vampires want our blood. Your ears will be slightly pointed - or more pointed for the wolf and dragon. I am why your coloring, fur, and dragon scales will be more shimme

He cleared his throat and locked his fingers as his face turned serious. "I don't know where to start from, Jane." Jane scratched her head. She also didn't know how to ask her questions. She had so much more. "Let's just start with the first one I asked. Then we can take it slowly." "Okay. Indeed, Vampires can't control themselves among humans because whenever they look at humans, all they see is blood." "But I haven't heard about any mysterious death. I am also a human and so is Charlotte..." Drake shook his head while waving one of his fingers, interrupting her.

When I glance up to the nurse, I say proudly, "This one I am calling Eric the second." She turns and smiles at me with those deep red lips and a thought runs through my head about something I remembered. Vampires are pale in comparison, and they also have lips that are crimson because they are stained by the blood of their victims. Looking back down at my pup, fear starts to ebb in the back of my head as I realize that I am in the company of our mortal enemies.

Werewolves did not look like that when they shifted. Sage grinned. "Twilight." "What?" I was confused. "It's how humans think werewolves are," Sage said, still smiling. "Isn't it great? They have a very good imagination!" "Uh huh," I replied. "What's next, vampires?" "Yup," Sage agreed. "There's vampires in this movie. And guess what. They sparkle in the sun." That was the biggest load of shit I'd ever heard in my life. "Say what now?" I shook my head. "You know what? Forget. It. Let's just go have dinner."

"Deal. But let's make sure it doesn’t come to that." Leaning back with a smug grin, I watched the chaos unfold through my phone, the small screen a window into my overly populated apartment. The vampires, dressed in the latest gothic fashions, swarmed in, tripping over wires, and setting off the glitter bombs I'd rigged to non-lethal perfection. "Gotcha," I murmured to myself, my anticipation buzzed to see their confused faces as sparkles showered over them—it wasn't every day you got to glitter-bomb a bunch of uptight bloodsuckers.