Adult Vampire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The base notes, however, are very peculiar and not quite human. Sorry. I should probably explain: all human scents have base notes of blood, sweet and savoury and alluring. Vampires have a different base scent, one of shadow and danger. This scent does smell of blood, but in a strange and off-putting way, like how the sweet scents of edible flowers or artificial cherry flavouring never smell as appetising as the soft fragrance of honey. (Not that this scent smells floral or like cherries, of course, just that it smells only superficially of sustenance.)

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

I am the Alpha. The corridors twisted in impossible angles, shadows crawling like living snakes. Alvar ran through them, faster than thought, stronger than steel, hungrier than any predator. Every sound was amplified, every smell piercing, every heartbeat a drum of his own bloodlust. ‘Crush. Tear. Burn. Kill. Rule. Consume.’ Another servant stumbled into him. Alvar didn’t hesitate. Hands were claws, teeth were fangs. Flesh tore, blood sprayed, the wolf inside roared. Alvar’s body twisted, spun, and slammed the next figure against the wall. Nothing remained of them but pain and chaos.

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

and began to read: “The notion of vampirism has existed for millennia; cultures such as the Mesopotamians, Hebrews, Ancient Greeks, and Romans had tales of demons and spirits which are considered precursors to modern vampires. However, despite the occurrence of vampire-like creatures in these ancient civilizations, the folklore for the entity we know today as the vampire originates almost exclusively from early 18th-century southeastern Europe, when verbal traditions of many ethnic groups of the region were recorded and published. In most cases, vampires are revenants of evil beings, suicide victims, or witches, but they can also be created by a malevolent spirit possessing a corpse or by be

I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. Carter left me. The man who promised to love me till the end left without a proper explanation. Coming here to Lynnwood to live with my mom was what I thought the best for me. I thought I could finally have the peaceful life I wanted. Turns out I just made my life messier than I had imagined. I fell in love with a vampire, got involved with his entire family, and even discovered that my childhood friend, Jaxon, is a werewolf. I’m standing right now in front of Carter’s family house, wondering what sin I

It infuriates me. "I know what kind of guy you're really into. You like the bad boy type." His lips gently glazed on my neck making chills erupt all over my body. "The dominating ones who know how to make you feel good like that book I just read." His hands latched on to my legs pulling them and forcing them to wrap around his waist. He was now holding me against the wall while slowly sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. Small moans escaped from my mouth. "I can already tell that Ryan isn't the one who would give you all of that Maya." He started moving towards my bed and dropped me on it. Damon climbed on top of me and settled in between my legs. His lips found mine and a rough hungry

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

I kissed her gently on her head, switched off the side lamp and tucked out closing the door behind me. Damon stood lazily down the end of the hall at our bedroom entrance waiting for me. He leaned up against the door frame with his rough hair, hunger in his eyes and his now track pants making me realise he had found clothing to put on. The muscles rippled along the side of him down to his hips. A few battle scars I now know would have been from the claws of a wolf. Angel, inside my head is purrrrring at the sight of our mate. And for the first time since I arrived here, I knew, I was about to get what I have waited for from him.