Fantasy Vampire Love Novels & Stories

Are they **** or ethology creatures? Vampire, who could interpret the sound of his voice? Early last summer, they met at a mask party. Vampire found his true love after a Brahms themed concert, Vampire never intended to make a crime. Vampire didn’t know what he had until he lost it. The dusk arises to heal his wounds, with the blood of another. Vampire, opened his eyes, light came through heaven Thank you for the fragile and painful love that you give. Muttered the vampire under his breath.

“You do something to me, Freya. I don't know what it is about you, but I can't stop wanting you. Tasting you. Loving you.” My eyes grew wider when he said he loved me. I thought it was just lust, but I guess there was still a place in his heart for me. He smashed his lips onto mine, and I felt the urge to taste him when he did. Not him specifically, but his blood. I bit down on his lip with my fang and pierced the skin, allowing a tiny trickle of blood to enter my mouth. He hissed and pulled away, and for a second, I thought my vampire side had scared him off. He stood up and felt his lip with his thumb and index finger. He pulled the finger out of his mouth and saw blood. I’ve really blown

She gasps in a whisper, and he presses a finger to her lips, shutting her up. His smile a radiant ray of sunlight in the gloom of the forest, stepped forward, his other hand reaching out to touch Amelia's cheek. Emryn was her mate, and even if it is forbidden for her, a vampire to marry a necromancer, she doesn't want to give up on her love for him. Emryn, his eyes darkening with passion, leaned forward, his lips grazing against Amelia's cheek in a gentle, possessive caress.

She let out a small laugh, "I got so deep in denial that even when you first kissed me I doubted what it meant because it still seemed so impossible. It still seems so impossible but it feels so right." I sat next to her on the bed. Although I was beyond excited to hear her words, I understood her toll of doubting everything up to this point and being unsure of this. "I want to be with you in that way. I want everything that you offered. But-" she turned away, her brows drawn together. "But?" I questioned, worry quickly filling my mind. "But you're a Vampire." "Yeah?" "And I'm a Human." "And?" She looked at me like I was missing something.

"No, no. I didn't say that. Kang was turned, but he wasn't turned by me or my friends. He was turned by the dead ones" "What?" "We have all become vampires through one circumstance or the other, but we are different in a certain way. Newly turned vampires are called Newborns. Then, there are the dead ones. These vampires are the ones that have completely given in to their thirst of blood, such that they have become slaves to it. The third kind of vampires are referred to as the golden ones or the royals. There are only a few of us left. Royals have lived for centuries and are the oldest kinds of vampires. We still need blood to survive, but our thirst do not control us"

he said in a tone that reeked of amusement. “He’s not inadequate. He’s also not former!” I cried out. “No, my love. There is a code … a law if you will… amongst vampires. Impregnating a mortal is as good as marrying them. He may have been your lover, but he is no more. You belong to me, my beauty,” he replied in a firm, yet sultry tone. “What? What are you… What?” I stammered. My mind was reeling. “No! You can’t… no… I… we love each other.”

“It's hard to believe, I know, but I did tell you I've never felt this way towards any woman before. I grew up in an era where it was sacred to remain chaste till you are married, so, I never got intimate with any woman. Ever since I became a vampire, I often wondered if there was a positive side to my predicament and the only positive thing I could think about, was falling in love. But after a century, I started to wonder if it would ever happen, until I met you. Then, everything changed. I started to feel things I'd never felt before and I just knew that it had to be you.” “You're in love with me?” I asked. “I adore you, I want to protect you, I don't want to ever see you get hurt, I think

The craving to be loved is a desire that every mortal, and believe me when I say, that every Vampire does have. Now how do you love? You love with your heart and your head, your instinct and your experience. Should you lack any of these, there shall always be another way; you shall find a way to complete that perfect love that dreams and fantasy are made of. If you do not live with wanting that fairytale ending for yourself, then what is it worth dreaming for in the first place.

A woman with red wild hair and green eyes in an embrace with a man with shoulder length hair and chocolate brown eyes. UNDER MY SKIN….. The book was about an impossible love story. A broken heart leading to some very serious situation. An unhealthy relationship between a vampire and a woman. It was about soul mates. Vera loved the sound of it and so, she quickly opened the book and began reading. CHAPTER ONE….

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.