Fantasy Vampire Love

Avec un peu d'amour et beaucoup d'action et les personnages que vous avez appris à connaître et à aimer, livre trois des chroniques Tugurlan, "Vampires et loup-garous" vous divertir Si vous ne voulez pas le mettre vers le bas ! Saviez-vous qu'il y a des vampires et, ensuite, il y a leurs parents éloignés, Vympires ? Les vampires sont enracinées dans vympires Dracula alors que viennent d'une planète lointaine. Ils ont tous deux des crocs et ils boivent du sang. Ils sont égaux dans son tempérament, les pouvoirs, et les habitudes ? Les tueuses bientôt savoir quand Dan reprend avec un vympire sexy quand ils reviennent à New York et à continuer leur lutte contre Dracula Vampire progéniture

Iris escapes a stifling marriage, finding refuge in a chance encounter with Ian at a resort. Shared confessions spark a connection, leading to Ian's frequent visits to Iris's life. As their friendship deepens, external pressures and family complexities threaten their budding relationship. Will they overcome the challenges that seek to unravel their newfound connection?

‘It’s a fucking diamond ring! Why is it on your finger?’ I roared she looked up at me, strands of her hair framing her face her tear-soaked face making her skin look blotchy. She whimpered as more tears rolled down her face. ‘Weak and pathetic! How is it that he wants you over me!’ I glared at her, lowing my head so that we were eye to eye. Fear filled her face tenfold when I showed her my fangs. She gulped. ‘I don’t know Zac gave it to me, please,’ I slapped her again, I didn’t want to hear this. I heard her cry out again. ‘What do you want’ she begged. ‘I want you gone,’ I raised back up, so I was standing over her, she cowered back into the chair. ‘I can’t leave,’ she whispered helplessly. Zelda is a Siren captured from the depths of the sea at a young age to be sold as a sex slave to the Vampire Prince. Zaikai is an arrogant entitled Vampire who needs an heir in order to become King of the realm. After the two meet they find themselves drawn together with an intense chemistry. Both uncertain as to what the future will hold, trouble is always around the corner and before they are able to change the dynamics of their relationship disaster strikes causing everything they had hoped to unravel. Will Zaikai's past cost him his future? Can Zelda claim her freedom? Will the two get past the hurt and betrayal and find love?

WARNING: **This story is about a love so forbidden and a passion so intense, it might just burn you. Consider yourself warned.** ____ "Lucian shouldn’t have been near you,” he growled, his voice rough velvet. “I told them you’re under my protection. Under me.” ___ He is Manhattan’s most ruthless CEO. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But behind the sharp suits and devilish smirk hides a secret darker than the night itself— Joachim Knight is a vampire. When Yvette, a scandal-chased celebrity agent, crashes into his world, she expects another arrogant billionaire with too much money and no soul. What she finds instead is danger wrapped in seduction, a man who makes the air crackle with heat every time he’s near. His kiss burns like fire. His touch feels like sin. And his possessive words leave her trembling: "You’re mine, Yvette. Under my protection. Under me." But the more she craves him, the more she discovers the monstrous truth he hides— and the blood-soaked secrets that could ruin them both. In a world of lies, power, and forbidden hunger, will she resist the Devil’s kiss… or surrender to the dark passion of a 570 year old vampire who would destroy anyone who dares to touch her?

La veille de mon mariage, je suis allée tôt à notre cathédrale pour connaître les lieux. Mais j'y ai trouvé mon fiancé et ma demi-sœur, Isabella, en train de faire l'amour sur l'autel. Notre autel. Je les ai surpris. Il ne s'est même pas excusé et m'a simplement jetée dehors, sous la tempête. Je me suis effondrée sous la pluie battante. C'est alors qu'il m'a trouvée. Alistair, le Prince Vampire. Il a traversé la tempête avec la grâce d'un dieu. Il m'a tirée de la boue et m'a offert un palais. Il a annoncé au monde entier que j'étais son âme sœur. Celle qu'il avait cherchée pendant des siècles. Son unique. Pendant cinq ans, sa dévotion a fait de moi l'objet de l'envie du monde surnaturel. J'ai cru que j'étais l'exception dans sa vie éternelle. Jusqu'à ce que je découvre sa chambre secrète. Mes doigts ont effleuré un parchemin ancien. L'écriture était tracée avec du sang. La première ligne portait son nom : Isabella. En dessous, de la main même d'Alistair : « Priorité absolue. Avant toute chose. » C'était un journal de guérisseur que je n'avais jamais vu. Le journal médical d'un vampire. La date correspondait à la nuit où j'avais découvert ma grossesse. La nuit où des loups-garous m'avaient attaquée. Ils m'avaient ramenée au château, couverte de sang. Les guérisseurs ne sont jamais venus pour moi. Je me suis réveillée seule. Le bébé avait disparu. Notre enfant. Et mes vêtements étaient trempés du sang. J'avais nettoyé toute trace. Quand il était rentré, je m'étais effondrée dans ses bras. Je ne lui avais rien dit. Je ne voulais pas qu'il ressente ma douleur. Maintenant, je comprenais. Cette même nuit, Isabella était elle aussi attaquée par des loups-garous. Et l'ordre d'Alistair à son conseil était : « Envoyez tous les guérisseurs. Isabella est la priorité. » Mon cœur s'est arrêté. Le désespoir m'a envahie. « Si je n'ai jamais été l'élue, alors garde ton éternité. Je n'en veux pas. »

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

Moments before my Mating Ceremony, the guards shoved me from the altar. I watched, paralyzed, as another she-wolf in a pristine white gown took my place. My mate, Beta Seth, didn't even flinch. He took her hand—the hand of his childhood sweetheart, Brielle. And in that silence, his voice echoed in my head through the mind link. "Brielle is pregnant with a rogue's pup. She's mateless. I have to claim her, give her a home in the pack. It's to protect the child. I won't actually mark her. When this is all over, you'll still be my only one." I almost believed his bullshit. Until I saw Seth's hand stroking Brielle's waist after the ceremony. And Brielle, pulling him in for a kiss. In that moment, my eyes burned, and I was rooted to the spot. Seth thought I'd wait. Everyone who watched me pine for him thought I'd come crawling back, begging him to complete our bond. After all, we were fated mates. I'd been waiting for this ceremony for five years. But they had no idea. I turned my back on the pack and left. The moment that failed ceremony ended, I bonded with Lucian. The most powerful Vampire Prince. Three years later, I came back. Lucian called for a truce with the werewolves—all for me. As his mate, I returned to my former pack lands to witness the treaty. But the first thing my arrogant ex-fated mate did was rip the huge moonstone pendant off my neck. "That's the Vampire Prince's moonstone. He bought it for his blood-bonded mate years ago. Where did you get that cheap knock-off? A street stall?" "Enough with the tantrum. Come back. Brielle's kid is three. You can have a cot in the utility closet and clean up after him. Now take that cheap thing off your neck. Don't screw up the peace treaty." I just stood there, rubbing the sore spot on my neck where the chain had scraped, and let out a quiet sigh. He didn’t know that the moment anyone tried to rip this pendant from my throat, Lucian would feel it. And the only thing that would greet them… was his world-ending fury.

Phoebe Robert is a half-breed vampire, and her life is miserable because she is despised by humans. After losing her mother, she joined the vampire hunters and hid. The leader of the group of vampire hunters discovered that she was a vampire, instead of unmasking and killing her, he brutally tortured Phoebe Robert. Rape Phoebe Robert pregnant and threatened her, Phoebe Robert hated him, repeatedly unable to repress the hatred that held the midnight dagger in front of the room he wanted to kill him but there was still a reason she couldn't get down. After everything he did to Phoebe Robert, he said he loved her and wanted her to be his life partner.

I died... and then I died again. “Vale,” I moaned, my voice fractured. He met my gaze, his heart racing. “Yes, baby.” I whimpered softly, my breath hitching as his name escaped my lips once more. “V–Vale–!” “You want to make a mess in your pants again, don’t you?” He asked, locking his gaze with my watery eyes as he pulled my face down to meet his by my throat. “Such a naughty vampire, you were so messy and sticky all over your thighs just earlier, and now you want to do it again,” he murmured hoarsely, watching as I cried out in response. Where had all that macho boldness disappeared? He wondered. Just moments ago, I was ready to drive him insane with my teasing, and now I was a mess, a puddle melting away in his hands, completely at his mercy. The power dynamic shifted, and he reveled in my surrender, eager to push me further into this wild desire. **** Talon/Virgil faces an agonizing cycle of deaths. In his first life, his love was crushed, and he was murdered—only for fate to repeat its cruel game in his next existence. How many more deaths must he suffer before he can find the happiness he's been relentlessly pursuing? Just when Talon believes he’s finally found peace, fate spins him back into chaos, casting him into a void once again. This time, he awakens from a coma to discover he's inhabiting the body of a stepbrother he never knew existed until, of course, he awakened in his body—a married man with a family. As Talon grapples with his new reality, he must balance the façade of being a devoted stepbrother, husband, and father while yearning for the one true love that has haunted him through the ages.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.