Best Vampire Romance Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

It took a step toward me, then paused, before turning away. My heart raced as I watched the beast disappear into the night. The adrenaline coursing through me was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but follow. It led me to the edge of the French Quarter, where the buildings gave way to the swampy fringe of the city. The moon cast a silver glow over the murky waters, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and life. As I ventured deeper into the shadows, I heard the distant sound of a struggle, the grunts of a fight punctuating the stillness. My instincts screamed at me to stay away, but the book's stories of the werewolves' code of honor and protection spurred me on.

Damien was meant to be this way: cold, manipulative, willing to do whatever it took to bring prosperity to their Cult—and even to the entirety of the Vampire population. When they walked into the Council Room, the vampires seated around the table rose to their feet in greeting. The level of respect they held for their leader was clear. The power was intoxicating, and Shane couldn’t imagine how that idiot Asher Lestat could have given it all up for a woman. “Report,” Damien said simply and took his seat. The others followed. The first to speak was one of his oldest men—a man who had served his father before him. “My Lord, there have been more reports on the hunters. A small group of vampires

Adrian When we reached the old Phi Umbra house in Cainebrielle, the sight that greeted us was carnage wrapped in fire and silver. Blood streaked the grass, blackened with wolf and Dhampir alike. Carson and his men held their ground, but the wolves were pinned beneath a relentless hail of gunfire. The Strigoi’s Dhampirs were well-armed, their weapons gleaming with silver tips that sang with each discharge. They outnumbered the wolves ten to one, a tide of shadows pushing forward without hesitation.

VERON’S POV The velvet couch sank beneath my weight, the dim glow of the chandelier casting shadows across my chambers, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and sweat. My hands gripped the hips of the maid straddling me, her back arched, her curves bouncing as she moved, her breathy moans a rhythm that fueled my pulse. Another maid knelt beside me, her lips crashing against mine, her tongue eager, her hands roaming my chest. I paid them well—gold for their silence, their bodies, their willingness to sate my hunger. This was my world, my privilege as Veron, Beta of the BloodMoon pack, a man who took what he wanted, consequences be damned.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

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.

He'll make your heart race and jealousy will eat you if he sees other people, worry will consume you if he's in danger. Yesterday played in my mind. The way my heart had fluttered, how I'd felt jealous of that waitress, how I almost broke Damon's back to save Aaron. "Oh, and also, every pure-blooded vampire is born with a special ability that distinguishes them from the turned ones," she added as I placed my now empty cup down. I rubbed the top of my arms as Replica put away my cup and took off her apron.

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.

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t