Books About Vampires And Romance Novels & Stories

Another figure leapt out of the darkness to where she was lying, picked her up and hoped away Earlier, Damien had gone hunting for blood. Damien didn't usually hunt for blood every night, a single person's blood was able to sustain him for a few days. However, ever since he crossed paths with Elsie, he has been strangely hungry for blood and never got his fill. He was deep in the forest, he picked up the scent of blood which meant someone was approaching. He got a feeling which wasn't the usual feeling the smell of blood gave him. Vampires, all vampires get crazy at the smell of blood when they needed their refill. They get drawn to it like a mouse does to cheese. But for Damien, his nose pe

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

Her green, cat-like eyes full of fire fuelled by a pain that he had not yet deciphered. For a vampire, sometimes days could feel more like weeks but when one discovered love, they knew instantly. There was never any hesitation or confusion, it was always straightforward. Getting the person off their mind was impossible, and there was never anyone else who could replace them should they ever leave. A vampire's love was much like their life; eternal and undying. No other feeling could compare. Not anger, not hurt, not even thirst.

“And the bond between a vampire and his bride is such that when she went away like that, here but not here, I almost destroyed myself--” “That’s why the other human girls warned me against you,” she said. “They told me such stories…after meeting you I thought they had to be lying.” “They weren’t,” he said. “I lost myself…it’s nothing strange for a vampire to use humans, but I usually don’t. I was worse than Matthew.” “That’s hard to believe.” Declan shrugged. “It wasn’t until I met you that I stopped. Cassie, you literally dragged me back from the edge.”

When he made his way through the door, he felt his heart stop beating. Willow was snuggled under the covers with the Vampire Karmina had told him about. They shared kisses and smiles as if they had been lovers forever. Roy watched as her eyes softened as she gazed at the man beside her. Her hand caressed his cheek, her thumb running across his lips. The Vampire's eyes swirled red and gold, his fangs growing slightly as he nicks her thumb. She let out a soft gasp as a drop of blood oozed out of the tiny wound and the Vampire licked it before kissing her again. His vision quickly retracted, his heart thundering in his chest as his mind was returned back to his home. The window he was gazing th

Her Mom and Dad would spend days shoving books in my face and even talk to me about them once I had finished. Breyona's Mom was right, there wasn't much information on Vampires. Just a small passage in the middle of the page, written in another language. It was obvious Breyona's Mom and Dad had translated the text, writing it on a spare sheet of paper and attaching it to the book. The passage enlightened me, and sent something cold rushing through my veins. Vampires -- 1902

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove