Dracula Romance Novels Novels & Stories

There is a point in Tonette’s statements. I’m already thinking about her allusions. If so, maybe only Dralia’s family had done that. Because from what I remembered of Dralia’s story back then, the Queen and the King of Del Mundo were the first to make that kind of romance. The Queen was a pure human being, and the King was a pure vampire, just as they had resisted the romance of Dralia’s parents, they still bore Dralia’s father. So, maybe Sir Dracu followed that same history and fell in love with the pure human, but wait---, with that being said, Sir Dracu is no longer a pure vampire? Because it was mixed with human blood that the queen had. I’m confused. “Dralia, can I ask a question?” Dral

Oh … His bloodied wounds hadn't completely healed. And even though they weren't visible beyond his clothes, the smell of his recent bloodletting was unmistakable. My nostrils caught the faint scent that I had become accustomed to; sex, blood, and werewolf. Shit, vampires were notorious for knowing when you've had sex and now they knew that we'd spilled each other's blood. Yes, I was not happy about announcing our freaky sex, but more importantly, werewolf blood was a delicacy to vampires.

"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.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Elijah walked over to them and picked up a book with red lettering: Give me a reason to understand why passion, burns worse than hell.... -LETTERS FROM HELL- False Love By: Magno Khok II "Letter from a whole hell," mused the snow-haired man opening the book, "Written by Magno Knok II himself," he gave a chuckle and looked at Melia. " It has his signature with that pen they used in the late 1800s. "Exactly," she approached him. "I had to go all over Gwacheon to get his signature.

The Rihanna lags two steps to touch the eyes of Rinannas. The girl's eyes are burning different drugs. The drug has spread in the blue eyes of feeling. The bones of the Rihanna are being kept high again and again. Why did his eyes become still when he saw the unknown young man? Hartbit is jumping in a pair. The pair of his lips has dried up. As soon as the fire wind touches the two of the warf, both of them return. He looked at Rinanna in the lead. Large eyes are paired than usual, the eyeballs are thick black, thin rose intoxication is full of tpairs, the color of the bright skin is spreading brightness in the vicinity. Then the girl's black three-piece which is made for her. Such an fascin

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.

The specific hatred of a woman who had seen the full architecture, who had understood every layer of it, who had been inside it for months and had emerged from the dissolution with the filing intact, and who was lying in a sedative haze in a manor in Lancashire being chemically managed by a man who had done this before and would do it again if she did not find a way out. Perfect. Complete. Crystalline. And it burned through the pharmaceutical haze for one brief, clarifying moment, hot and clean and focused. In that moment, before the dark pulled me under, I hated Carlisle Brocandale with everything I had left. With the woman in the margin notes and the settlement letter against my hip and th

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl