White Hair Vampire Novels & Stories

It was through this same way his parents were killed , so he wasn't going to make the same mistake of pitying humans. They were food to him and always will be. Nothing more . He went to his closet and looked around, he settled on black body hug top and pencil jeans. Just because he was the oldest doesn't mean he has to look like it . He was the hottest vampire in his country, he loved the title and he intended to keep it that way. His hair was always silk , he had smooth wavy hair, making his oval face long and handsome. He put on his latest collection of shoes and his wrist watch which he got from Diesel. It was part of the Mr Daddy 2.0 series. He was very rich and he loved spending his mon

The one with pale blonde hair asks. “Yes, this is her.” Ryan's voice hits my ears. I look up to him, thinking the drugs are messing with me. Nope, it’s him. He looks almost the same, except the tips of his hair are white. A typical zombie trait. His fair skin is paler, almost white as snow. Another typical zombie trait. “Found you, Love.” Is the last thing I hear before everything goes black.

Her skin was very pale, as all vampires are, but her long white hair blowing in the wind behind her as she ran still baffled me. Even the elder vampires retain their dark hair, but this was a young vampire, probably only about 300 years old, and her hair was as white as the snow. She was wearing a white robe, but it didn’t seem to hinder her movement as she darted between trees to evade me. She suddenly picked up speed and started pulling away. My paws suddenly felt heavy as stones, and I could feel myself slowing down. That damn blood sucker must have cast a spell so she could escape me.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

We were going back to the mansion after we rescued the doctor. To our surprise, the doctor asked to ride one of the vampire horses because he liked to ride a horse. Since we weren’t going to hunt for some more rogue vampires, Zach lent his vampire horse, the White Beauty. It had its best figure when it changed into a vampire. Its dull white hair became indescribably beautiful because of the effects when a creature became a vampire. It must have been a struggle for a human to ride a vampire horse. But seeing his tall figure and looked like his strong legs, I wouldn’t be worried.

My wolf spirit. It was hard to get through the crowd- avoiding feet. I was also scared... Scared because I knew what they were looking at. As I got through the crowd to get a better view of the center stage- I whinned. This was a vile show happening. A monster center stage devouring a human in broad day light. I had arrived late. But I could smell what was happening. The monster, cloaked for protection from the sunlight smelled female. It was hard to tell. Because she wasn't able to breed like I could. This was the only power she had over having children. Creating more devils- demons- monsters. Her white hair was the only feature I could see as it hung out of the coat freely. The more a vamp

Xavier asked incredulously. “A very old vamp.” I responded dryly. "I thought vampires don't grow old," Nyra whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the macabre decor. "Some get transformed as old guys," I responded. "It happens. A mistake, or a perverse choice." A shuffling sound came from a darkened parlor. A figure emerged, leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden cane. He was ancient, his skin a roadmap of wrinkles, his white hair thin and wispy. But his eyes were sharp, a startlingly clear and venomous blue.

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

he muttered and chuckled before continuing. “The appearance of snow-white hair on vampires signifies death. The more the white hair spreads, the shorter their days become. If he happens to be one, then I doubt if he'll make it through the court rulings. His entire hair is almost white as snow, and this means he might die soon, “ he said. My heart sank, and my jaw dropped. “Wait, what?” I gasped in horror, feeling a tightening in the bottom of my belly. “That can't be true,” I snapped and jumped up, my eyes widening.

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t