Best Vampire Romance Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

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

“And I will suck your blood until not a single drop is left of your body.” Vincent grinned, showing his knife-sharp fangs. Then he opened his mouth and hissed, about to sink his fangs into her hand. No, no, no. This is not the image of a vampire that has been in Vero’s mind. Looks like she should read fewer romantic novels about teenage vampires and start reading Dracula. The side of Vincent’s face was exposed by Vero’s eyes, and with her free hand, she punched his face as hard as she could, hoping to paralyze him for a moment and steal the opportunity to escape. But all she got was pain and the sound of bones cracking.

I told him. A scoff left his mouth before he turned on his eyes. God, he should thank his stars that I am actually locked away here or else, I would have made sure he got the worst day of his life for scoffing at me. Rather than worrying about the guard did to me, I sat upright, wondering why Gaby had sedated me into a deep sleep and also, what do they want to do with me? For as long as I remember, vampires don’t take werewolves blood because of the connection between them, and same applies to werewolves.

I was driving to university, taking the longer route to clear my head. My life had been an absolute shit storm the last few days. I had no idea what was going on in the world around me. Ryan, the guy I actually really liked, turned out to be a vampire. A vampire. Then I found out that he was actually the ex-boyfriend of one of my best friends and he tried to kill us.

“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 seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

And again. Hard. Rough. Unforgiving. This wasn’t sex. It wasn’t lust. It was violence. It was punishment. It was hell. My eyes fluttered open through the gasps and moans I couldn’t even control anymore. I looked up—and I saw Adrian. Still pinned to the ground, still held by those vampires. His chest rose and fell as he fought, as he growled, as his eyes—blood-red now—locked on mine. Helpless. Jason didn’t stop. He was grunting, moaning, his body slamming into mine over and over. He was using me, fucking me like I was just something to prove a point.

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.

Before another word could be traded, two shadows lunged from the thick brush—shabby, desperate vampires cast out after Silas's fall, crazed by starvation and looking for vengeance against the human girl who had brought down their master. The first rogue vaulted over the porch railing, his jaw unhinged to bite, but Elena intercepted him mid-air. With blinding vampiric speed, she grabbed his throat, her marble-like hands crushing his windpipe with a sickening crack before slamming him down onto the gravel below. The second scavenger caught Elena from her blind spot, tackling her to the ground. He raised a jagged silver blade, ready to drive it through her chest. But before the metal could desc

I never had nor will ever have any regrets for following this principle and that's what makes me the most eligible person to take up the throne of the vampire world after my father. The wolf is so focussed on its prey, a rabbit, that it doesn’t notice me. Taking the opportunity, I jump on it and sank my razor sharp canines at its neck, making it go limp first. The thirst quenching delicious crimson liquid starts to pour into my mouth as I suck on the open wound like there is no tomorrow. The more the blood trickles down my throat, the more I feel rejuvenated. After having my fill, I let it go.