Best Romantic Vampire Books Novels & Stories

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Caitlin looked around, in awe. “If we were to come here at night, especially on a full moon,” he said, “you would likely find a vampire wedding ceremony. It is a place of matrimony, as these rocks symbolize eternity. They are among the oldest elements on this planet. It is believed that their energy charges the union with a bond that can never be broken.”

"I should have realized. You have the temper of a redhead." She gave him a wry look. "I had every right to be furious." He shrugged. "Vampire sex is overrated. This…" He glanced down at his fingers entwined in her curls. "This is much better." He slipped a finger into the moist cleft. With a gasp, she started. "Oh God, what you do to me." She pressed a hand to her chest as if to ease her breathing. "You don't… make me react like this, do you? I mean, last night, when you were in my head…"

No one would take her away from him if he could help it. He could feel her need for him to couple with her and there was nothing more he wanted to do right now. She looked so lovely within his hands, submitting to him like this. Panting, he reluctantly pulled his shaft from between her swollen lips. George lifted her onto the bed and lay between her naked, creamy thighs. He couldn’t resist scoring her inner thighs with his fangs. His bite on her throat warned off any other interested vampires, but the taste of her life’s blood had changed, and he could no longer get enough of it.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

“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.

Instead of answering, Caspian leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. The moment their lips touched, it was as if a dam had broken. Their powers surged forth, intertwining in a dizzying dance of fire and shadow. Lily gasped against his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. It was intoxicating, addictive in a way that both thrilled and terrified her. She could feel Caspian's cool essence seeping into her, tempering the wildfire of her magic, while her warmth seemed to breathe life into his vampiric chill.

His hand shot out faster than I had ever seen a vampire before, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me to him, and making me whimper from the force of colliding with his body. His breath was on my neck, tormenting me, but it was far different from how I felt with Percy. Even when Percy kissed me out of anger or disgust, it never made me feel so -- so worthless, the way I felt now, when the Werewolf finally crushed his lips against mine. I did not fight him. It was obvious this was a lost battle. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my home. Juliet and Helen. If I tried well, I would not be present while this male did unspeakable things to my body.

Her question momentarily threw me off, then it dawn, “What do the Coven storybooks have to say?” “He was your best friend, a love triangle, and you brutally murdered him.” She stared at me in the eyes, her stance ridged. She wanted the truth. “I wouldn’t say we were best friends, friends at one point, prior to me becoming a vampire. There was never a love triangle, although that would have been less aggressive if it had. I did brutally murder him, he deserved everything I did to him.” I felt anger at the memory of his actions. “Why?”

Her body started to tremble again which didn't go unnoticed by him. Damon: Open your eyes princess. She slowly unfolded her orbs and instantly they got lost in the eyes of each other. Damon: Relax love. I will never hurt you. Never. He whispered with so much love that Luciana couldn't help but get mesmerized in his eyes. His dark gaze wasn't giving any sense of lust instead they were only shinning with desire and love. Damon: I love you, Princess. With that, a scream ripped out of her throat when he slammed himself in her with one hard thrust. Her virginity got ripped and the blood ooze out of her womanhood.