Fanfiction Vampire Novels & Stories

"Why would you go this far, Lianna...?" "Now, say your goodbyes to everyone else. I need you to understand how serious I am." She ignored my question. "After all, this is going to be the last time you'll ever see them." She stated coldly, brushing her fingers on my neck, her eyes growing a shade darker. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and Lianna clutched my mouth roughly, her tight grip making my jawline ache in pain. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anyth

Horror overwhelmed him as the world started to fade. I held Magdalena close as I watched Garth pace the room. She’d confided her identity to me which was something I guessed I already knew in the recesses of my mind. She’d been surprised at how calmly I accepted the information. Of course, she had no way of knowing that I’d already had a love affair with a mutant-vampire, or an almost mutant-vampire. I saw no reason to volunteer the information; especially since Magdalena wasn’t a vampire, but a vympire. I was actually worried the knowledge might somehow repel her from me.

Such thoughts ignited a passionate fire within her, fanning the flames of her most forbidden passion. Alternatively, her mind wandered to the vampire with his pale, porcelain skin and sharp fangs, a mysterious figure who held a seductive allure that seemed to defy reason. Astrid's imagination soared as she conjured scenarios where he worshiped her body with his tongue, his fangs brushing sensuously against her clitoris as he eats her sensual flesh out. The mere thought of his prowess in rapture left her breathless and yearning for an encounter that defied the boundaries of human understanding.

“Cynthia isn´t going to turn into a vampire, is she?” “No, there would have to be vampire blood in her system for her to turn.” Lucas shrugs in frustration. “Initially it was the black wolves; Now we must contend with a vampire over one hundred years old who desires revenge against your mother. Fantastic! Say good-bye to Wolf Springs. And welcome to Vampire Hills, 902-Type-O.” I put a hand on Lucas´ arm. “How long have you known that Liam is half-vampire?”

A whimper escaped me, and I brought his arms around me to hold him closer. I wanted to know he could hold me closer. I clenched my eyes shut as I laid kisses onto his bleeding eyes and gripped his head close to me. I held him to my chest and heard as his chest heaved up and down. I found myself wondering for a short moment if vampires were able to have panic attacks. "They were cruel to do that," I told Sol assuredly. Above all else, this was one thing I knew with my entire being. No one should have to experience their loved one dying such a gruesome death.

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

And for that reason alone, I could not have dreamed that vampirism is based on truth. Let's face it. I don't meet the profile of the typical girl turned vampire or girl turned vampire killer. Bella is too tragic, Buffy is a cheerleader, and I'm a black girl from the 'hood. I work nine to five at a local cable company. Drop-dead gorgeous men are not stalking me, and my rounded body does not fit neatly into a size two.

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.

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?