Eso Vampire's Kiss Novels & Stories

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

I raised my eyebrow at him. “That’s all, but seeing your little party, I brought you a little something… special. A drink.” He pulled a small bottle from out from his coat, “a vampire’s kiss. Cranberry, raspberry vodka, black raspberry liquor… I’m sure you’ll like it.” I took the bottle as he held it back, it wasn’t a big bottle, probably only 10 ounces. “Thanks, I guess.”

I felt her hands reach up to clutch at my shirt, anchoring herself to me as the world tilted. I poured everything into that kiss; my hunger, my frustration, and the terrifying affection I was starting to feel. But there was a purpose beyond my own greed. Vampire saliva possessed a potent healing enzyme, a gift of nature to ensure that wounds from a vampire’s bite did not fester. As I kissed her, I felt the small tear in her lip knit back together under the heat of my mouth. She let out a small moan and I tore myself away abruptly, leaving her standing there with dazed, wide eyes and swollen lips. I didn't say a word. I turned and walked away, my stride long and hurried, leaving her alone in

She bows and says, "Your Highness..." I release some of my vampire pheromones, putting her in a slight daze as I close the door and close the gap between us. I carefully slide my hand on her cheek and then pull her to me, smashing my lips to hers in a dominant kiss. I then wrap my other arm around her so that I can lead her backward, making her hit her back against the bookshelves behind her. She lets out a small gasp from the impact. I then feel my fangs lengthen. I break the kiss and smile as I lower my head and sink my fangs into her neck and drink. She screams at the slight pain but then moans.

She looked so innocent her wild curly hair tied in a ponytail above her head with some strands that escaped lingering against her face, her eyes were like a deep well drawing me in, my eyes went to her lips and I felt shock waves all around my body, Willow gasped and I knew I had to do it. I hesitated briefly before kissing her, unsure if it was the right thing to do. But then she leaned in, and I knew I couldn't resist her any longer. Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, and I felt my heart race with excitement. She tasted like coffee and sweet cream and I wanted more. I parted her mouth with my tongue before thrusting it into her mouth, drinking it and wanting more. As we parted, I caught a

The man caressed her cheek and kissed her tenderly. I can’t understand why he can’t break the bond with him if he’s a vampire, the vampire is strong so he can get out of bondage. She tilted her head to avoid the kiss but the guy caught it and cupped her face with one hand. My eyebrows furrowed when I saw something falling off from her mouth. It landed on the ground. Even though I’m not near them I can hear her the girls heart pounding inside her chest. I turned the white fell off, was that denture?

Trying to knock me off my angry stand. He met Kaelin last night over dinner and gushed over him like he was some toyboy he just can’t seem to stop showering with approval. I think he might find him a little too attractive, given a vampire's nature to not care about gender in a lover. I guess that explains why Eve herself had no qualms in kissing femmes.

The kiss was a total takeover. It was desperate and raw, like a wounded beast trying to find comfort in its prey. Elena was stunned. She hadn't expected him to hit his rut so suddenly. His kiss was fierce, his fangs even grazing her lips until she tasted a hint of copper. But he didn't smell bad. The scent of tequila mixed with his cedarwood pheromones was dangerously intoxicating. As the kiss deepened and he started to lose control, Elena's heart rate skyrocketed.

His tongue tangled with hers, deepening the kiss until a low, guttural growl vibrated deep within his massive chest—a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender to the desire he had spent a month trying to starve out. Kiarra didn't flinch. She met his sudden, explosive passion with her own rising heat. Her hands slid up from his biceps to wrap firmly around his neck, her fingers tangling into the thick, wild waves of his dark hair, anchoring him closer. Within her core, her hearth-witch magic flared to life in response to his intensity, sending a wave of ambient, soothing warmth radiating outward through her skin. The air in the darkened alcove grew thick and heavy, smelling intensely of crushed

Ethan’s lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. His kiss was urgent, heated, and filled with a force that made my head spin. I didn’t pull away—instead, I let myself sink into it, my body responding to his touch as his hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me even closer. The taste of vodka and wine lingered on his lips, mixing with the electric sensation of the kiss.