Best Vampire Romance Novels & Stories

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

She scoffed at my announcement, "Mate, you say. That human cannot be your mate Damian. Do not be delusional" "The instincts, the attraction says otherwise", I argued. High Queen sighed, "Damian, being attracted or having craving for their blood doesn't always mean that you are mates. Vampires by nature crave human blood more than any other creature's blood because human blood is like nectar to our palates". She closed her eyes as if she was reminiscing something similar although I was aware that she had abstained from drinking human blood decades ago. Most of us followed her footsteps and I wanted to say that I had never felt this type of craving in my entire life. I never really had any inc

His dark hair framed his striking face, while a pair of crimson eyes regarded me with a quiet intensity that made my heart falter. Our eyes connected. I noticed how his pupils widened slightly like he was also taken aback by my appearance. I couldn't understand it, and I couldn't look away. How could a vampire be so breathtakingly beautiful? My heart skipped as he leaned forward. Every part of me braced for our lips to meet. Instead, a cool featherlight kissed settled against my forehead. I opened my eyes. It was impossibly gentle that I almost wondered if I had imagined it. I looked at him in confusion, but I'm not sure if I was confused by him or by how my heart is reacting.

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."

Her pale, flawless fingers brushed against Maya's warm palm. Maya gasped softly at the sudden shock of the cold, her fingers instinctively curling around Elena’s icy hand. At that exact moment, a jolt of pure electricity seemed to snap between them, leaving both of them completely breathless. "Elena," the vampire whispered, her dark eyes flashing with a dangerous, helpless devotion. "My name is Elena."

That I was Romy, the little sister of Alina Hawthorne? Either ways, I wasn’t leaving his room until I drove the knife right into his heart. "Go to hell!" I spat, thrashing wildly to break his hold, but every violent movement only ground my hips against his, sending electric, traitorous shocks of arousal straight down my spine. The mate bond was a terrible, sickening thing. Rowan’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle, his gaze flickering to my lips. "Gosh, I can smell your arousal, Raven. It’s intoxicating. Feels like you're fighting that far more than you're fighting me,” he smirked. “are you sure you came here to kill me, or fuck me?”