Erotic Vampire Novels & Stories

The vampire’s eyes flashed with a predatory gleam as she broke the kiss, her gaze locking with Chloe’s. “You’re not the only ones with a thirst tonight,” Melera whispered, her voice a dangerous purr. Her fangs grazed Chloe’s neck once more, her breath hot against her skin. Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of fear and arousal. Valerius’s hand tightened on her hip, his presence a silent reassurance as Melera’s lips curved into a sly smile. “That’s it,” Valerius purred, one hand sliding down her stomach, pinning her in place between them. “Don’t deny what your body craves.”

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

saying that, he nipped my clit hard. I let out a scream, a mixture of surprise and delight. "Well, you're doing a pretty good job convincing me," I remarked, looking down at him. He pulled back and kissed my inner thigh, His stubble stabbed into my skin, "Maybe I just enjoy nibbling on something sweet." I couldn't suppress a breathy laugh, "Sweet, huh? I thought vampires preferred something a bit more... crimson." His lips curved into a sly smile, his mouth found my clit again, his fingers thrust in and out, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, "Oh, I have a taste for crimson too, but I'm savoring the sweetness right now."

Their father has given the position of fishing out any pack, humans or vampires that aren't under the protection of the treaty. They were being tagged rogues and the reward for that was death. At the very moment, he has an important task to carry out with his brother, who had chosen to lavish his wife by sleeping around with anything that wears a skirt rather than finding his beloved. Eros ignored the lusty look the girls were sending his ways. Pathetic humans! He thought. If only they knew who he was and what he is, they would change their mind about luring him into their bed. He's not a prude. He has had his own fair share of woman. Blonde, black haired, brunettes, red haired, short, tall!

I use my d***k cap to rub the centre of her p***y before entering I am Liam rodriguez. A werewolf. I despise vampires the most, especially Damien Montenegro. I will make sure to destroy everything he ever has. That bastard stole my girl from me, had sex with her and even killed her. I will never forgive him till I return the favour. We will be even then When I was done with the bitch , I rode up and went to the bathroom , took a bath and came outside " Here , have this." I gave her some cash.

"I mean… Sorry, I apologize. But I think it would be best if you reside here for the time being. I… I would appreciate it." I blinked at the situation that had just occurred. What was running through this vampire's mind when he looked at me? At that moment, I was attracted by his beautiful eyes, forgetting he was a dangerous pure-blooded vampire. I couldn't help but take a step toward him. The overwhelming urge to be nearer to him somehow grasped me. It hooked me tightly in a way I had never experienced before. Surprisingly, I brought my hand up to his face and traced the smooth skin there.

Impulsivity would get her killed. A twig snapped nearby. My head whipped up, a growl building in my chest. There, silhouetted against the glass, was a figure I hated more than any other. Erik. The vampire looked like he’d been dragged through hell and back. His clothes were shredded, his hair a chaotic mess, but he stood with a rigid, unnerving composure. A mischievous smile played on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were a dark, blood crimson, not the feigned green he usually wore.

“Werewolves identify a mate through scent and sex. Witches find their twin flame through magic. Incubi and succubi locate a mate through dreams. And a vampire knows a potential mate when their blood releases an endorphin hit similar to an orgasm.” “An orgasm augmentation, how lovely,” she hooked her knees over his and rocked into his fingers. “I could have an orgasm augmentation if you’d… ah… Oh, yes,” she moaned when he caressed her clit. “My little demon,” he murmured achingly hard from the timber of that little moan.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.