Best Vampire Romance Novels & Stories

Arden told Scott in an apologetic manner. What mission was the laird after exactly, for him to send two powerful vampires together? Not just any vampires, he was sending two tainted bloods. A vampire with a fey blood, and a vampire with a wolf blood. It must be a very dangerous mission. "Who can now keep an eye on her?" Scott asked the duo before him. When he didn't get any answer, he looked up. Only to find the two of them staring right at him in resignation. "I am not going anywhere near that human. I hate humans and you both know that," Scott said, looking from one vampire to the other.

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,

Good. “That’s not the way,” Julien spat, his voice laced with anger and desperation. “How can you do this? You’ll have my pack over my dead body. You can’t claim something that’s not yours!” I laughed, the sound cold and merciless. “That can be arranged.” Before he could react, I moved—my vampire speed turning me into nothing but a blur. I lunged at him with lethal precision. He shifted into his wolf, a massive brown beast, and leaped at me, his fangs aiming for my throat. Pathetic. I didn’t shift. I didn’t need to. My strength, my power, was far greater than his. With a smirk, I dodged his attack, grabbing him by the throat mid-air and slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force.

The world was gone—just blood, bruises, cock, and filthy moans in the night. Francesa clawed his back, riding his thrusts, her accent sharp through her cries. “Harder, papi! Fuck me like you kill them—fast, rough. Don’t stop. Break me.” He growled, biting her lip until it bled, licking the red from her chin. His thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping, cock drilling until her legs shook. She screamed, loud, shameless. “¡Sí! Fuck me, papi! Right here, with dead mens watching! You nasty vampire, you love this!”

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain

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.”

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?”

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

And if I must unleash the monster within to ensure her safety, so be it. As I pull an ancient tome from the shelf, I catch the faintest trace of her scent lingering in the air, warm, intoxicating, and utterly mine. It strengthens my resolve. This is only the beginning, but I will face whatever comes for us. I am Ramon Kovah, Vampire Lord, and no one will take my mate from me.

"Look, I don't know what to think of you. Okay? Can we just skip to the part where the only thing that might start a conversation is you asking me to tilt my neck for you while you search for the best spot to bite into?" For a brief moment, he wore a pained expression before his eyes settled back to their usual color. Leaning forward, he crossed his legs, clasping his fingers around his raised knee. “I'm more than just a blood thirsty predator, love. I can have pretty normal conversations like any other person. In case you haven't noticed.” “Do you, now? I thought all vampires were mindless monsters?” she fired back with sarcasm dripping from her tone. He grinned. “You promised you'd do anyt