White Hair Vampire Novels & Stories

And that was exactly why Erezhul had created Vyrelen in the first place, as a backup plan for situations exactly like this one. Vyrelen closed his eyes and began mumbling words in the same strange language that Erezhul always used. As he continued chanting the spell, Erezhul's body began to change slowly. His dark black hair started turning white, strand by strand, until all of it had become completely white like fresh snow. His pale vampire skin also began to darken just a little bit, taking on a slightly healthier tone that made him look less dead and make his skin look a bit darker.

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.

And soon, people started to chatter like she hadn't just said something. Lena didn't seem moved by any of it. She stood confident and her white hair blew with the breeze. The white wolf. Her hair. Wait. Fuck! So she hadn't dyed it like we all thought? It was a thing common to white wolves for their hair color to transform to White. A characteristic anyone would have ignored but not me. I had read enough about them to know that she was saying the truth. She threw off her jacket, leaving her in just a tank top. Her cargo pants came next and people stopped talking as they watched her strip. Trevor's father seemed to be waiting for her to do something drastic.

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

"You are now officially student of Vampire high, welcome to Vampire High. You're journey begins here." ~~~ I smiled as I opened the door of my room and almost gasped as I was exposed to a large room, as in too big! Living room, kitchen Then there are two more hallways. It's a house and not a room. The interior theme is black and the furniture theme is white. There are paintings hanging on the wall. "Roommate." I looked at the one who's spoken. I saw the woman leaning against a wall where I could pass. Long black hair that I think is knee-length, black lipstick, black eyeliner, black nails, and is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.

I leaned away, narrowing my gaze, uncomfortable with the attention. “Have your eyes always been gold?” he asked. I shook my head. “No, they are green.” “Pay it no mind, my dear. All vampires’ eyes change color after awakening to their gift, and golden eyes indicate a powerful gift.” He patted my shoulder. “I don’t feel any different.” I touched my chest and realized the stab wound was healed, and that my head didn’t hurt, and my body aches were gone. I touched the tube in my arm and the blood bag in my hand.

I got myself down to the hall in my gray jockers and white tight Armani T-shirt. As I got there, I found the dining table all empty, I mean it used to be empty mostly but one of the seats was always reserved by Debra which was not occupied. Maybe I got here earlier today so she was not here yet. My breakfast was set at the table with the glass of milk. I could eat or drink anything like a human except the garlic. We, the Vampires don't like garlic at all as it did something allergic effect on our body so we usually avoid garlic in our life.

he said as he lowered his hand from her face, "Tell me everything that you saw today at the house and we'll go from there." Willow nodded as she took a deep breath, "Okay. When I performed the spell, it let me see the lingering magic that was left behind. In this case, it allowed me to see the darkness that was still there." she shut her eyes, "It also let me see the difference in spiritual aura. For instance, her mom was in a blue light because she's mortal. You were shining yellow because you're a full Vampire from the Supernatural world." "Why were you green then? Shouldn't you have been yellow with me?" he asked her, but she shook her head.

he replied. "How can you be 200 years old, you look 22 at most!" I exclaimed. "Okay, I was actually 23 when I became a vampire, plus that's one of the pecks of being a vampire, I don't age and apparently I don't die, well I've not actually tested the dying theory myself because I mean, it would be dumb to try to kill myself," he said. "So what if you were decapitated?" I asked. Now I mentally groaned after those words left my mouth. What is up with me today?!

Alveric said, sounding a little butt hurt for a moment. I rolled my eyes at Alveric’s snarky remark as I took on Ambrosius’ appearance. Ambrosius is really tall. Like seven feet tall. The moment he bent a little to reach me, I was swooned. I am never typically the type of girl who would only be attracted to height or only notice that feature on the first glimpse, but with Ambrosius, his height is one of the many things that stood out. Another thing that stood out is his wavy white hair. It was not grey or silver, it was white. It is a great contrast to my red hair which I immediately thought would be a nice combo for if we were to have children of our own one day. Wait. Can vampires even pro