White Hair Vampire Novels & Stories

But this means she is gaining her power. Sandra: But I still don’t understand how she can still roam in sunlight without any impact and moreover when she cooks she doesn’t have any garlic effect on her skin. Lahkesis: Maybe she will react to it as time passes by. Atropos: No Lah. Sandra has a point. When vampire starts gaining their powers first thing what happens is they become weaker in sunlight. Sandra: Exactly. Can you check and show me more about this girl? Lahkesis: That’s not possible Sandra. For some reason, we cannot see her fate. But I suggest you keep a keen eye on her activities. She is a game-changer for you witch.

Someone called as soon as she had been shoved to the ground. Lifting up her head slowly as blood continuously poured seeped from the wounds on her face, stared at a man. He had white flowing hair and his skin was flawless and extremely pale. It was by far the palest of the vampires. He looked extremely young and his oceanic blue eyes stared at her, as if they were devoid of emotions. The man wore a khaki short and a black top. He lazily examined her while she stared back, her heart pounding hard against her chest.

I couldn't believe my eyes,she looked like Aliyah, she had the same blue eyes and her brown skin was even more vibrant than before the only difference was that her brown, curly hair was now platinum blonde and it didn't make any sense to me. Tom told me that only himself and Nikk, along with their father had that color of hair because they were the first ones that Ila created. Apparently his father couldn't turn other people to vampires including them so Ila had to do it herself but since that every other vampire that was sired to them was turned by Tom and Nikk but these people ended up being sired to Ron because he was the very first vampire and their father. This guy's hair was platinum b

That was when the scent of the vampire came through the wind current, something enough to take out her rage on. Leaping through the bush, slowing down her movements, nose to the ground. Without another moment to think, she reared back on her haunches and sprung out of the bushes, leaping high in the air as she stood right in front of him in all her glory. "What the?!" the vampire exclaimed in fear, taking a step back. "Why the hell is her fur white?" The other vampire walked further back. The first vampire who moved away in fear holded his ground and questioned, "The Lord said she is human, what the hell is she?"

A vampire with red eyes and claws extended. I raised my arm to block, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. The vampire never reached me. A blade took it in the chest from behind. Not mine. Someone else's. The vampire staggered, snarled, tried to turn. The blade twisted. A second later, the vampire exploded into ash. Someone stepped out of the shadows. She was taller than me. Thinner. Her braids were messy, and a long white scar cut across her throat. Her eyes were lighter brown than mine — colder and more hunted.

On that battlefield complete with blood and screams, a positive character had desperately attempted to keep his lifestyle. "You will stay on." Trying to name him again from the boundary of lifestyles and dying, she desperately executed chest compressions. That vampire had stated that. It's enough, he desired to inform her. It's already enough. Don't maintain—he desired to inform her that. Clearly, a vampire however being uncovered out in vivid daylight. For saving, doing this sort of thing... Her pores and skin become extra white and pristine than anyone. Raven black hair. Beautiful face. All become dirt and ashes.

The only fast way was simply to swim considering this side of the beach was deserted with no speed boats in sight. "Going for a swim?" a male voice asked with an Irish accent. Kim spun around heel in head ready to take him. The man regarded her coolly. He had reddish brown hair falling to his shoulders and he stood perfectly still in a black suit. He looked to be in his twenties, maybe older with scruff covering his chin and cheeks. After a second of analyzing him, Kim knew without a doubt he was a vampire. No human could have snuck up on her so easily.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

“You bitch! Who are you? Do you know who I am or who I work with?” “No! I really don’t care. If you see one monstrous, blood sucking Vampire you seen them all. I am nobody.” “Your dead that is what you are!” He again lunges for her but fakes her out and grabs her by her beautiful, long, curly red hair. Then throughs her across the small lot toward the other wall and trash bins. He chuckles as he did it and wipes his mouth. Damn she made me bleed. No one makes me bleed. He then takes off running to finish the red hair thorn in his back.

Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day. "Close the window, quick! I don't want them to find me here!" he grunted through laboured breaths. Blood covered him from head to toe, staining his hair and clothes with a deep crimson hue. His once-white locks were now matted with the sticky substance, taking on a rosy tint. The same could be said for his clothes, which had soaked up so much of his blood that they appeared to match the shade of his wounds. As he fought desperately for survival, he appeared utterly helpless and vulnerable, with the hood still concealing his face. I couldn't resist the urge to i