Adult Vampire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Aster: She didn’t think it would be this good. Nothing and no one could have prepared her for this: being a vampire. In books and movies, they called vampires the undead, but Aster had never felt so alive. The world looked and felt and smelled completely different. Despite the dark, she could see everything, and warm-blooded creatures stood out most starkly – they had a faint glow around them that kept distracting her, and every so often Declan had to fetch her as she wandered off the path to inspect a mouse or a bunny rabbit.

Quickly, I turned around in the direction of the noise but just as I was about to rush outside, a big brown hairy wolf rushed into the room. I didn’t need to look at it twice to know that it was Dawn and from how crazed her eyes were, I deduced that her wolf had smelt the pungent rotten-flesh like smell associated with these vampires, and because she wasn’t used to how our world worked, her wolf had immediately gone into attack mode after sensing the presence of another predator.

“It’s pretty interesting, actually. And could be a disaster now that I’m thinking about it. Lucas told me there are a handful of vampires who don’t want to assimilate, and they go around trying to make things difficult for those who have. I’m not sure the specific details, but he made it sound like these vampires are going after the businesses he owns or something like that. Basically fucking shit up in order to get back at him for following the rules of the Vampire Council. Three vampires showed up at my house last night after they got my address from Eliza, Lucas’s vampire daughter or sister or whatever you’d call her, and he was not happy.” “Oh, wow. That is interesting and you’re right.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

Although, he knows I would never hurt our mate, and having tasted her the first night I marked her without issue, he is still concerned for any potential bloodlust I have for her divine blood. Admittedly it is so difficult to pull away. No blood I have ever had has tasted as amazing as hers, she is my personal aphrodisiac drug. Fighting myself with all my willpower, I remove my fangs from her delicious neck and clean up her wound with my tongue. Her sweet nectar coats my hard cock as she rides me faster. The experience of my venom surging into her as I drank from her neck heightened her arousal as well as mine. Both Damen and Max felt it too and are fighting their transitions. Damen’s eyes f

She looked at him the most. "What could I possibly do now?" He asked. "The shades will try to find your weaknesses. Something tells me you will try to help the female lady and her brother and if the shades are hiding behind the shadows, watching you they will believe you are interested in making her your mate." Rayven stiffened. Mate? He did not want to think of Skender sinking his teeth into Angelica's neck and bonding with her forever. He did also not want to think of Angelica being chased by the shades because they wanted to kill a demon's mate. A human mate was a demon's weakness.

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

As soon as I shut my door to my room, I leaned against it, breathing hard. The interaction with Damien had left me a little frazzled. A vampire! The vampire! The one that there are reasons why we do not interact with vampires. He had killed a Coven leader’s son! I drew his cloak closer to me smelling it, it was woodsy pine and musk. Honestly, it smelled great, with those thoughts, I pulled it off and fling it on my chair beside my bed. What was I doing?

I could feel his presence, a wave of his Alpha pheromones washing over me, making the hairs on my arm stand up. “Well, little Omega… now that we’re all alone, let’s get along real good,” Damon said, leaning close to my ear. I spun around, fury flaring inside me. “Fuck you, Damon.” A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. His eyes darkened as he stepped closer. “I don’t want you to fuck me,” he said, his gaze dropping to my lips. “But I can fuck you. I can fuck you real good.”

"It's actually... intimate. Every time I drink from him, he lets me get that close to his pulse... to his life. And I have to fight every instinct not to take too much." I swallow, the image hitting harder than I expect. "That sounds... dangerous." "It is," she admits. "But it's also beautiful if you do it right. That's the thing about vampires, we love with our teeth bared. We crave, we protect, we consume. That's why we're careful who we love." Cora hums, twirling a strand of her hair. "And werewolves? Totally different story. They claim both body and soul. Once they mark you, it's mostly permanent."