Fantasy Male Vampire Novels & Stories

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

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.

After the appointment Pyrite and I dropped our mate off in our room with Maxia and Meadra. Dravo followed us to the office to meet the real vampire king. The ladies were going to come back down after they freshened up. Walking into our office, Pyrite held the door open for us and Dravo and I went in. Pyrite closed the door after he entered. The man that calls himself Vandal, Stood around seven foot tall, with long white hair that was tied at the nape of his neck. He had electric blue eyes and a sharp face, which was common in a vampire. His frame was slight, but muscular and he had a scowl on his face.

Before Izzie knew it she was flung around, coming face to face with a strange male vamp. His deep red eyes raked hungrily over her, drinking her in as he held her still. He was only a little taller than her, though that didn’t give her any sort of advantage.

The aura around her instantly turned cold, and a pair of eyebrows tightly twisted. After she took a deep breath, the small figure crouched down to check the body on the ground. “Do you know who did it?” “It only appeared today.” He was identified as a male vampire, with a gash on his chest. The huge gaping wound was without a heart. His head missing an eye, and his mouth was bruised; all parts pretty much made his identity unrecognizable from who he was when he was alive.

“Don't worry about it. They are the ones who need to feed every time. When he's hungry, he'll get in touch with you.” “Why do you have to address my vampire as a ‘he’?” I say, slightly irritated by what he had said. “Our vampires are usually the opposite gender to us. Of course, my vampire is a hundred percent female.” “For years, I wanted my vampire to be a male,” he pauses, locking his gaze on mine, “but look at where I am now.” “Stuck with a wild female vampire.” “Seriously, man. I just wish you could break history.”

he continued kissing every inch of her body as she moaned. “Just you laying there and just moaning in such a beautiful tone causes my body to spark up in flames” he stated and sucked on to her nipple and used his hand to fondle the other breast as he growled in pleasure. “My father was not wrong after all; the breast of a vampire is and would always be the hallmark of a male vampire existence” he stated. He spread her legs wide enough and bent down on his knees and began to suck on her, causing her to moan more.

Main Characters 1. Aria Valen Role: Protagonist, vampire hunter, and the Crimson Fated. Description: A skilled but conflicted hunter with a mysterious birthmark tied to an ancient prophecy. Fiercely independent, she begins to question her beliefs as she uncovers the truth about vampires and her own destiny. 2. Valen/lucian Draevan Role: The male lead, vampire lord, and protector. Description: Known as the "Blood King," Valen is a brooding, immortal vampire cursed with a tragic past. Though ruthless in battle, he harbors a softer side that emerges as he grows closer to Aria.

I don’t think there is anything that werewolves despise and loathe more than vampires. Nat's finger flicked the vampire’s head, which was full of bloodied and matted, thick, short, platinum blonde locks, while scolding him in the process. “I said no, you moron, drop him down,” Nat told off the bloke like a mother would scold her naughty toddler, although this guy looked like some kind of vampire royalty. And to my shock, it actually worked for some reason, as the vampire bloke snapped out of whatever was influencing him in a split second. I was expecting him to kill her on the spot for this kind of disrespect, but instead, he just stared at her with dread, confusion and maybe even a hint of

He actually saw the notes, saw the silver and gold dancing in front of his eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks, shock ripping through him. He stared at the hallway. The tattered, faded wallpaper was edged with red. It had been well over three years since he had seen anything in color. It was another fate the vile vampire had inputted on him. As he had researched, Vampire males beyond their youth lose all sense of color, to lose their emotions, to struggle in gray bleakness against their predatory natures, unless a lifemate appeared to balance their darkness with her goodness and light. Only then would color and emotion - powerful emotion - be restored to them.