Beautiful Vampire Woman Novels & Stories

He held his throat as he his skin started to burn away, his ashes going up in embers. "No!" The woman ran to him as his body crumbled to the ground. She grabbed his hand, but it turned to ash in her grasp. The stench of burning flesh filled the air around them as Amira picked up her knives and got into position. The woman's shoulders rose and fell, her loud breathing coming in quickly as the anger within her rose to its peak. The mark on her skin took on a golden hue, glowing brighter than it did before as the Vampire turned her gaze on her. Amira felt her heart sink into her stomach as the murderous gaze held her firmly in place.

she laughed, reaching up to poke his chest with her finger. The moment her nail scraped the prisoner’s bare chest, his eyes flew open, and he hissed at her, jerking against the heavy chains that bound him to the wall. The man was savage, wholly starved of blood. His skin had shrunk, tightening against his bones and making his black veins visible through his sickly pale skin. The woman standing before him was a powerful witch, and because of that, she was mortal. She was a walking temptation for vampires, especially starved ones, but she was not afraid of them in the least. She reached up to his hair, avoiding his fanged mouth as she fisted her fingers through his messy, light brown hair stai

After the meeting had ended she went to her office to make series of calls, she was on the phone when an a strangely familiar woman barged into her office with Khairatu hot on her heels. "Ma'am please you can't, I'm going to lose my job" Khairatu pleaded with the woman who was sending daggers Munawarrah's way. Muna ended the call and let her eyes addressed the woman, she was no doubt very beautiful much more beautiful than the pictures. "Amal Mohammad, I've been awaiting your presence. Why then have you hesitated all this while to bestow it upon me?" She asked in a slick, amused tone. "You shameless tramp" The woman voiced out.

She stopped a couple feet in front of her. Her gaze over Charlotte was sharp despite the fact that her features didn't seem to change from indifference. Under her eyes, Charlotte felt as nervous as she had when Rimidal was looking her over. There was something silently powerful about this woman. Although it wasn't nearly as intimidating as Rimidal seemed to her, she still radiated a confidence that Charlotte had never encountered before. This woman was fearless and strong, no doubt and not just because she was a vampire. "So, my beloved has brought you here. Did he indicate that he intends for you to become another one of the girls?" the Regal Woman said, finally breaking the silence that fe

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

A hiss behind her caused her to spin her head around and look. There stood a beautiful brunette. She had violet colored eyes. Something that Wren had never witnessed. She knew though that it was typically a vampire trait. The thought made her heart skip a beat. The woman's skin was so pale and her lips were impossibly red. The woman was glaring at Wren and holding her right hand tightly to her own bosom. As she backed slowly away from Wren with a look of sheer hatred on her face she hissed again. This time Wren saw her fangs. Wren immediately jumped to her feet and looked all around for anything that she might use to defend herself. But there was nothing there. Nothing but cold stones and ch

Her head was tilted, sniffing the air. “Clearly dinner was burned,” she stated offhandedly as she continued to walk. “I smell vampire for sure, they have masked their scents which means they are strong at least, or powerful enough to do that.” I clenched my teeth, weaker vampires did not have that ability, only the strongest and oldest did which meant we weren’t dealing with rookies but the real deal. Whoever wanted Sloane was powerful, which didn’t bode well for any rescue attempts. She reached the bedroom, which was exactly as we had left it, you would never know they had knocked out and kidnapped someone then left via our room. Emily circled around the bed and headed to the window, her ha

Eleanor's P.O.V I smiled as I held the newspaper in my hand and looked at the large title written in bold on the front page. 'YET ANOTHER KNIFE VICTIM' It was connected to a person's lifeless body. No, it wasn't a person. It was a vampire. A fucking bloodthirsty monster. He laid there lifeless on the floor with a body so unrecognisable that it would make people shudder at the murderer's viciousness. I'm curious who could be so ruthless.

Hannah's POV: This woman was so unfriendly. I was quite unsatisfied about her attitude. But I had to say that I was drawn to her beautiful features. She was a very beautiful vampire. Her facial skin was really smooth and pale. Her features were so delicate with the long and blonde hair. All of these made her imposing. She was tall with a very hot body. She was wearing a white silk shirt with a black vest, khaki straight pants, and Martin boots. She walked towards me slowly. It was quite elegant.

came a woman’s shriek. They all turned to see a woman marching towards them from down the hallway. She, too, was dressed in all black, with long, flowing red hair that trailed past her shoulders, and large, shiny green eyes. She was tall, ageless, and strikingly beautiful. I felt humbled in her presence, like I had just shrunk. This was a woman. Or was it…vampire? Whatever she was, she was a creature that I could never compete with. I felt deflated, prepared to concede Caleb to whoever she was.