Dracula Romance Novels Novels & Stories

When you have chocolate, it doesn't keep the neighbors awake. 20. With chocolate, size doesn't matter. A Dracula Story Two nuns, Sister Marilyn and Sister Helen, are traveling through Europe in their car. They get to Transylvania and are stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a diminutive Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses through the windshield. "Quick, quick!" shouts Sister Marilyn. "What shall we do?" "Turn the windshield wipers on. That will get rid of the abomination," says Sister Helen.

“I have never heard that term before.” “No,” Aaron admitted. “I was wondering that myself.” Christian cleared his throat, and Aaron wondered if he actually had the answer but was too timid to say anything in front of the female Hunter. Eventually, he said, “A ‘demonic’ Vampire is one that has returned from hell. In this case, we believe that Dracula is the reincarnation of Vlad the Impalor, one of the most violent Vampires of all time. Are you familiar?” Aaron and Catherine both nodded; of course, they knew about Vlad.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

She seemed to be struggling to comprehend what I had told her. "This is not good, this is very bad, very bad," Aunt Aurora said, her voice low and trembling. "Your mother will never accept a vampire as your mate, and vampires are known for being possessive and obsessive, witches do not get along with them. This will only lead to conflict, possibly even war!". "But I'm not even sure he's my mate," I said, shaking my head. "I don't feel any kind of bond between us." “It doesn’t matter now Amelia! As long as he already called you his mate! You already belong to him!”.

Not the first-edition, obscure ones she collected. To his constant amusement, her guilty little pleasure was binge-reading supernatural romance stories. Real trash—about werewolves, ghosts, vampires and the like. Books that were shockingly racy and nevertheless a total waste of paper and ink. She bought them online, so that even her husband didn’t know, and disposed of them discreetly in a public trash on her way to work once she’d finished them a scant few hours later. Of course, Duke had also read them.

My body froze. Did they notice me? “What?” “What did you hear?” “So… I heard that Dracula is really picky. And I don’t mean ordinary picky, I mean extra picky. Now is a critical time when we need him most, but he won’t wake up unless the blood is enticing enough, which explain why the brothers have been bringing in several beings, including werewolves, taking their blood into bowls and placing them near his coffin, hoping he’ll crave one and wake up, but nothing’s worked. I even heard that, out of desperation, they’ve started grinding werewolf hearts and mixing it into the blood. But still, no reaction,” the vampire continued, voice dropping even low with wonder. “Can you imagine that level

Until now. And up until now, she would have sworn that that romance books were too dramatic, but in the last few days, her views had drastically changed. It was indeed true that because of a man, your knees could buckle, your heart could race, and you could be lifted to heights of ecstasy and pleasure you never once dreamed possible. It was true that fiction could become real life. "We're like two magical Wolverines," he said into her hair after he must have kissed her for like the fiftieth time that day.

“Dates don’t make sense. You can’t have been in business meetings in the 1800s Viktor. What the fuck are you?” He stood up slowly and came behind me, hands gripping my hips. “You already know the answer in your gut. I’m not like other men. I’ve walked this earth for centuries. Blood keeps me young, and power keeps me alive.” My heart pounded but my pussy clenched hard around nothing. I should have been terrified. Instead I was getting wet again. “So you drink blood… you kill people. And I just let you cum inside me like a stupid slut.” Viktor spun me around and lifted me onto the big wooden desk, spreading my thighs wide. “Not stupid Raven. Hungry, just like me.”

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

Her body started to tremble again which didn't go unnoticed by him. Damon: Open your eyes princess. She slowly unfolded her orbs and instantly they got lost in the eyes of each other. Damon: Relax love. I will never hurt you. Never. He whispered with so much love that Luciana couldn't help but get mesmerized in his eyes. His dark gaze wasn't giving any sense of lust instead they were only shinning with desire and love. Damon: I love you, Princess. With that, a scream ripped out of her throat when he slammed himself in her with one hard thrust. Her virginity got ripped and the blood ooze out of her womanhood.