White Hair Vampire Novels & Stories

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

I guess it must be because of the nature of a vampire. I even noticed the changes in myself when I realized I wasn’t human anymore. First and foremost, the very obvious, was the change in my skin. I turned whiter, but not in the negative way, it looked as if it was glowing, just like the skin of the Rellis family. Milky white and looks very healthy as if I’ve been drinking beauty medicines my whole life. Next I noticed my hair. It looked shinier and it looked as if it would never be frizzy anymore even if I don’t go to the salon regularly. Then my body, it looked a bit enhanced, and I feel like I got a lot, lot stronger than I was before. Having a more durable body in becoming a vampire is a

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

I'm unwilling! But Uea was powerless. The vampire was approaching him. The vampire's nails were longer than they used to be. His hair had turned white and longer. The rims of his eyes were red, highlighting his dangerously red eyes. His skin was pale. A huge contrast to his red eyes. Even without being told, Uea knew the vampire had lost all rationality, and he was in danger. But he had no way to escape. He couldn't even think of escaping. Uea knew he had no chance.

90 | S I L V E R - C O L O R E D A U R A ? *** Reinhard was silent as the man looked back at him. Even if it was only a glance, but Reinhard was very sure of it. The man gave off an aura that only vampires possessed very strongly. One of the corners of the white-haired man's lips lifted slightly as he stared at Reinhard like he was deliberately showing his identity to him. Even so, Reinhard still couldn't believe it. Is he descended from a werewolf and also a vampire?

Almost frozen. Slowly, Alexis released her grip on Adrian's arm. She was starting to feel weird. “Y-your hands are so cold, Adrian…” she mumbled once more. But when Adrian started to lift his head and opened his eyelids there, Alexis started to lose her courage right now. Both of Adrian's eyes are metallic which looks bright and very sharp. Adrian looked at her coldly. Flashes of Alexis' memories from last night when she saw the vampire in the hallway of the restaurant came back into her mind. And that's when reality struck Alexis, before that he was a vampire. She don't even know if it's the same vampire or not. But she was so sure, if previously both of Adrian's eyes were blue, and not met