What Does A Vampire Look Like Novels & Stories

The night I came of age, the vampire prince Damon couldn’t wait to drag me to his bed. He took me with a desperate, wild hunger that lasted all night long. My body ached, but my heart was full. I’d been his blood servant for ten years. I thought he was finally ready to give me the Embrace, to make me his forever. But after, as he held me and talked on the phone with my foster brother, I heard Marcus ask him in Latin, “So, Master, how did my little sister taste? You know how many men would kill to be in your place? They all think she's a goddess.” Damon's lips curled. “Not bad. A little green. Not nearly wild enough for my tastes.” Marcus laughed. “Well, she's been hopelessly devoted to you since she was a kid. Never even dated.” Then Damon’s voice lowered. “Don't tell Serena about Elena. I have to marry a noble vampire like her in the end, and I don't want her upset.” “A little human like Elena… she's just good for practice.” But Damon didn't know I'd secretly learned Latin just to feel worthy of him. Hearing that, I didn't say a word. I just quietly changed my college application from the University of New Orleans to my dream school, University of Oxford.

Master Vampire — Lord Elbert, lost the one he loved dearly to a unfortunate circumstance, and a thousand years later when he sees her again he will stop at nothing to protect her. Then a dark mysterious force enters town which threatens to expose the identity of supernatural beings to the world and kill the Masters lover.

Calen was a benchwarmer on the university swim team, someone who never actually competed. The captain, Karl, was everything he wasn’t, a campus golden boy. Three records broken. A new girlfriend every other week. One night, Calen realized he’d left something behind and went back to the locker room. That was when he heard it. Ragged breathing. Strained, barely held back. And beneath it… the slow, awful sound of metal bending under pressure. He pushed the door open. Karl stood with his back to him. His bare muscles writhed beneath his skin, moving wrong, his spine standing out in sharp ridges. His fingers were dug deep into the steel locker, nails tearing through metal, leaving long, brutal gouges. The air was thick with the smell of blood… and something wild. Predatory. Karl snapped around. His eyes burned gold in the dark. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and when he bared his teeth, the canines were far too long. Far too sharp. He ran. He barely took two steps before something crashed into him from behind, slamming him to the floor. Karl’s weight pinned him down, his body radiating heat… too hot, almost painful. A low voice brushed his ear. “You saw something you weren’t meant to see.” “I won’t say anything….” Karl lowered his head, his nose grazing his neck as he inhaled slowly, deeply. “…You smell fucking irresistible.”

Orion Cristos, a cold, duty-bound vampire lord, has always pushed away Caramia— a frail, scorned human he’s secretly drawn to. But when he learns she’ll die by dawn, he can no longer deny she’s his mate. Offering his blood to save her, he faces her broken trust and a society that sneers at her “impure” roots. When lies drive Caramia to flee, Orion will stop at nothing to chase her back— even if it means defying his world. Love vs. legacy. Redemption vs. doubt. Will their bond survive the shadows of his past and the cruelty of their present?

The death of Abigail Russell was the heaviest blow to Kinsley Rodriguez de Castillo—King of the Kingdom of Willesden. Kinsley, who has an identity as a pure-blood vampire, believes in reviving Abigail from the dead using her blood and powers. The Blood Full Moon Ritual. With the condition of sacrificing the soul that has been reincarnated, Kinsley also searches for Abigail's soul for 300 years. At the end of his despair at the ritual of the full moon of blood that will soon arrive, Kinsley meets with Alesha Robinson, who has Abigail's soul in it. For no reason, Kinsley pulled Alesha to his side and kept the woman alive in his care until the appointed time for the ritual arrived. However, as time passes, they are always together and living together, and Kinsley loses his resolve. He felt he should not give to a woman who would become a victim in his plans. "Let go of me. Don't you have the woman you've been in love with? Then why don't you still want to let me go?" "Because you are her--Abigail. Your soul is one. Even though I want her to come back to me, if I remember having to sacrifice you, I can't. If only I could choose, I would choose to keep you without sacrificing anyone."

An is an unpopular novelist, even his income from writing is very small. There are not many readers of her work, she can only reflect and see her writing full of love. She likes her own composition, chases to completion. The vampire king finally lived happily with his family. But something strange brought him to a familiar place. "Am I in my own novel world? This is amazing, and more beautiful than my real world!"

In Royal families, can a Princess fall in love with a mere guard who serves her kingdom? Who would Win Love or Race? Do you think being a royal princess is easy? Living life in a lavish lifestyle is not what a princess does. She lived in her castle with all the luxuries one could have. She was bounded with royal rules and regulations until she met him! What happens when she finds out her crush was a vampire all along. Would she still choose him or would she give up on her heart? Let travel through the journey where you witness a contract marriage between two different species and of different races.

A woman alone in a man’s world. In a time and place where it’s difficult for a woman to live alone, protect and provide for herself, Angelica must find a provider and a protector after her father is accused of being a traitor and executed by the king. Now known as a traitor's daughter, she must survive in a cruel world ruled by men, and in order to do so she ends up seeking protection in a man feared by everyone.

“Did you do as I said?” He murmured darkly, eyes slowly running over me. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice laced with shame. Although not enough to stop me from spreading my legs wider before him. His jaw flexed, a low growl escaping his throat as he lowered himself in front of me. “Show me. I want to see how you touched yourself that night.” “Right now?” I hesitated. “Yes. Right now.” He pushed forward. “I want you to take two fingers to your mouth, lick it slowly, take it all the way down there and show me how you made yourself cum. Everything.” I swallowed, my face burning red as images of that unholy night flashed in my mind. I licked two fingers as he said, trailing it all the way down to the already sleek folds between my legs. Then I dug in, the sleeky sensation pushing my eyes close. “Open them. I want to see.” My eyes managed to part, closely followed by my mouth. My folds grew slickier the more I worked my fingers in, drawing low cries from my lips. I had to close my eyes. “Open.” He growled, rising. We locked eyes, as I widened my legs, intensely flicking my wet mound until I began to feel my legs twitch. “Do I stop? Tell me what to do,” I cried. He said nothing, just sipped the wine in his hand while I continued to pound myself deeper, crying and unwilling to get to that point as I wanted him to do it himself. I needed his fingers to replace mine. To show me how a big, bad wolf tamed his prey. Finally, he set his glass aside, leaning downwards. “You really did your assignment. Now let the king give you a fitting reward.” He smirked.

I was Vampire Lord Bastian’s exclusive blood thrall. My blood was an addiction he just couldn't kick. But six years ago, an accidental blood pact left me pregnant. Yet, he never once allowed our half-blood son, Liam, to call him "Dad." After he blew off Liam’s birthday—again—for his pureblood companion Ophelia, I severed the pact. I took my son and walked out of his immortal life for good. The ever-so-elegant ancient vampire finally snapped. He tore into my empty lab, roaring, demanding to know where Liam and I had gone. But this time, neither Liam nor I would ever look back.