Fanfiction Vampire Novels & Stories

The first one was about the history of the pack, but it got kind of boring, so now I'm reading a fanfiction story about werewolves and vampires that someone wrote. Even though the werewolf and vampire story has some things in it that aren't true, I didn’t mind because I could tell it was written by a human. "Rachel," I said quietly, knowing that she was sitting behind me while I kept reading through all these papers. "Yes, Lady Denera?" Rachel answered, speaking softly and calmly. I let my thoughts linger for a moment, wondering if I should ask about what was on my mind. After carefully considering it for a bit, I decided to go ahead and ask.

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

"No. They had human servants in their mansion. One of them stood as her parent while the husband transformed his body into a kid to match his wife's age." "And what's the ending? Did the female vampire get what she wanted?" "Nobody knows what happened to them after that." I pouted. "That's it?" I was silent for several seconds and thought deeply. "Why do you look sad?" Dyrroth asked. I sighed. "I just thought... If the husband loved his wife, he should have accompanied her to become a human to travel the world. Wouldn't that be better? No one would be hurt, and they would both be enjoying themselves. "

She opened her eyes and shook her head. I knew she was lying because once my fangs pierced someone's skin, the pain would be there. However, as the blood was being sucked out, the pain would subside. During a sexual act shared between partners (a vampire and a human/other being), the pain would instantly vanish once the vampire began to suck because our fangs usually released an aphrodisiac that acted like a drug. However, this depended on the vampire's choice to do so with their partner. I was so drawn to her that I couldn't even provide that for her.

He’d kill her if he did it again. Since he laid eyes on this wolf, she’s been nothing but trouble. Causing him such flustered effects and getting away with it. He had to know what it was about. So he kissed her. At first he thought nothing of it but then the sensuality grew. He knew something drew him to the woods that far. It was like witch craft pulling him like a sirens song. He knew something would happen, just not this. Vampires don’t mate. They don’t even know the meaning of love much less create an undeniable bond with someone. Sure they procreate, but it’s meaningless.

I shrugged my shoulders slowly. I looked at Arabella who looked thoughtful. "Have you ever heard a story about vampires?" His words made me frown in confusion. Why did he suddenly say that? I shook my head. "No, why?" "The story is the same as what you told me earlier. A shape-shifting vampire would be very scary. His eyes were fiery red, his hair grew long, fangs appeared in his mouth, and also… a pair of black wings on his back." Arabella told the story very clearly.

Vivian, weakened and in pain, managed a feeble smile, placing a delicate hand on Damian's cheek in gratitude. In that moment, Eric Damian's heart swelled with profound pity. The thought of losing Vivian's life haunted him, knowing that he had almost succumbed to the belief that she was merely toying with him. The weight of potential loss pressed heavily upon him, a burden he wouldn't have forgiven himself for bearing had Vivian perished. Biting into his hand, Damian extended it toward Vivian's mouth, and she eagerly drew sustenance from his life-giving blood. Her strength slowly returned, and her wounds began to heal, empowered by the regenerative essence of his vampiric blood coursing throu

The sound of him dragging his body is deafening, and I don't think—I bite my mother without regret and let her memories fly into my skull. I won't be able to reach into them without her dying. A vampire can see the memories of the person whose blood they drank when they die, which means my mother is preparing to fall. "I know where you are!" Fabian is talking to himself and shrieking in delight as his wings flap in the brisk air. His form is genuinely monstrous; he is breaking things and slashing through trees without effort. "You can't hide from me, Alyssa! I'm your god! I was born to rule and your blood; your rich blood will make me stronger!"

Veronica looks at me in question, recognition slight flashes across her eyes before it is quickly gone, I worry whether she is recovering her memory until she shrugs and snuggles into my side. Just as I readied myself to stand up, and take her wishes into action the door opens, and Edgar walked into the room. "Well, what have you found out for me?" He cleared his throat "Hunter has indeed grown in power, and he is indeed in a love affair with human Lucinda Fawns" My mates heard this and hissed at the idea. "How serious has it become?" I asked him "Very serious sir, going on 5 years, she has a daughter which he has helped her raise" the women in the back of me growl "Disgusting!" Yes I know i