Best Romance Vampire Books Novels & Stories

I said innocently while trying to chew and I honestly have no idea how that worked. Cassie and Sophia burst out laughing their asses out. Cassie and Sophia are my best friend. Cassie was a white wolf, she was the eldest of the three of us, the fastest and my elder brothers mate, who happens to be the Alpha of Inara pack, which is my pack. Cassie is one of my mom's book class member's daughter, hence how we met and how she ended up being my brother's mate.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

But I saw it. She turned, finally looked at me. Eyes dark. Careful. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh come on.” I pushed off the bed, walked over, grabbed a cookie even though I wasn’t hungry. “Christopher. The quiet one with the hood and the murder stare. He’s a vampire, right? Don’t lie. I already know.” Nicole’s jaw went tight. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.” “So that’s a yes.” I took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip. Good, actually. “He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?”

"Just read the damn vampire novel. This will tell you what real vampires are like, not that girly romance fluff you usually read." "But I like my girly romance fluff," I replied attempting to deflect her judgment of me. "Well, today, you don't care. Today read about vampires sucking blood. Anne Rice might change your mind about vampires. Just read the book and get your tan." I begin the book, and after ten pages of reading, I am hooked. Bri's right I needed to learn about vampires. Mr. Darcy will have to wait for me to heal. The beach is quiet, and my sunburn is setting in. I'm used to my shoulders becoming red like tomatoes this time of year. Brianna sprays my shoulders with sun lotion. I h

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

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.

She whipped her head around the direction of the wind when a large growl beamed near her as a large white and grey coloured wolf engulfed her head, tearing it apart and snatching her soul from its temporary host. "Mother! " Lucia screamed as she woke up abruptly from a profound dream. She was profusely sweating and panting. She held her head as a sharp pain passed her head. She trotted towards her study table grabbing her memoir, shuffling through the pages to find a paper that was half burnt and damaged over time.

Her palm tingled as it made contact with the vampire’s cold, stiff skin. "Um, I don’t think we’ve met." "We haven’t." "Then, you are..." "I’m in love with you." "Huh?" The confession had come out of nowhere and startled her. The incredibly handsome vampire had blurted out the words as though he were simply commenting on the weather. There was no anxiousness, no look of expectation in his eyes. He merely watched her with unblinking focus, as if he were trying to engrave her very features into his memory. Octavia pulled her hand back, feeling relief when the vampire willingly let her go. "T...Thank you."

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”