White Hair Vampire Novels & Stories

He bows to her. “If you have vampires in your group, why do you need blood from us?” Talvin’s question makes perfect sense. “They are not pure-blooded. We need blood from a pure-blooded vampire.” “So, human turned will not be a good choice?” I question. “They will become full vampires once they change. Their DNA changes when they do; that is not the same for us. Our kind masks any form of vampire DNA within their systems. This causes them to lose blood faster and grow weaker faster. I understand if this is not something you wish to do. Either way, we will make sure the path is cleared for your departure whenever you decide to go. You will not see us or sense us as you take your leave or retu

They were now the piercing red eyes of my wolf, and my blond hair had now turn pure white — the color of Whitney's fur. Wendy no longer exists. Only a woman out for vengeance.

She probably would pass in the night, and then it didn’t matter if I had blown her forehead to bits or if I had tried to save her life. I peered into her face, and even though she was so battered, I couldn’t help admiring her dark raven tresses. Vampires only had one hair color: pure stark white. To see such a vibrant shade of black was honestly breathtaking. I wanted to touch her thick locks, but she would probably not enjoy that. “What is your name?” I asked her. She was silent for a while, and I thought she had nodded off to sleep. But then she spoke, her soft words were as rich as fresh blood.

a young girl from the white clan asked in terror. “We must wait three centuries! Three hundred years until the one from our race is born—our only hope to defeat that creature!” the old man said, his voice trembling. But he failed to notice Zumir was already behind him. By the time he realized it, a dagger had been thrust into his chest. The young girl didn’t escape either. Zumir’s razor-sharp claws tore apart her innards. Zumir thought he had wiped out the white vampire race, but suddenly, his knees gave out as he felt a strange chemical slowly killing him from within. A poisoned sword had been driven through his chest and stomach, casting his vision into darkness from which he never awoke.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

A sign of bloodlust. "We must find the White dragon before them. Without their champion, they are weak. And when they are weak, they will stand no chance in destroying us," The halls erupted in a roar of applause. Alphas nodding in agreement, some raising their glasses in the air as if in celebration. "The White Dragon is part-wolf. He could only shift during the night and summon the dragon during day. Search every pack for anyone with white hair." My brows furrowed. Ava has white hair. In fact, the only one in Werewolf Academy. And I know of others who just wanted to dye their hair white, but Ava's is natural.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

White shoes, pants, a white doctor's coat, and a white shirt underneath. “All right, I have enough juice to maybe get four people out of here and get myself back here. But I'm going to need someone to get me out of here when we're all done. I won't be able to get myself home,” Vincent said as he began looking for the four smallest hybrids. The smaller the mass, the less it drains his already weak ability to teleport. Just as he opens a cell door, the main door at the end of the hall flies open, and a flood of vampires races in. These vampires looked different. They were not wearing white; they were dressed in black and red.

He says bowing, then grabs Jackson by the elbow so he can bow in respect to his superior. "Gabe, you do realize you are the vampire king? Why are we bowing to Scarlette, I am an Alpha I do not bow to anyone." I let out a giggle but again it was not really me, it was like watching myself from behind my own eyes, in that very moment of thought my eyes fall on the painting then I do a three-sixty of the lounging area and find a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall opposite to the french back doors. I take a long hard look, my eyes are no longer the blue that they normally are, instead, they glow a whitish silver and my hair seems to be a few shades darker than the usual bright natural red that t

It was like you were laying in snow. "No sweetheart. Only nobles have different colored hair. They get it from me. I am the original vampire. Nobles are only born if a human is turned by a noble, or is born by two nobles. For you to be born with this hair means you have a noble vampire in your bloodline. That you had dhampir ancestors that kept mating with a human til the vampire blood was completely gone." She brought her head closer to my neck. I wanted to run, but my will to move was gone.