Good Vampire Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Why not? What kind of mother puts her daughter in danger like this? You don’t even know what you’ve gotten into.” She tossed the book onto the table, furious. “Now it’s mixed with your blood. You have to be bitten. By Jason. And what will happen then? You’ll become one of us. A vampire.” “No... no, this can’t be happening,” I whispered, panic rising. “You both think this Bloom just cures werewolf wounds? It does far more than that. Why do you think they always have to wait for years? You're in great danger. Especially if the council finds out.”

Before she could give me any stupid answer, I leaned down and kissed her hard, my mouth crushing against her luscious lips while she pushed at my chest at first to let her go. My tongue slid into her mouth to taste her anger which was mixed with a dark, dangerous need. And that was when her fingers twisted inti my shirt and drew me closer. She moaned into my mouth. When I pulled back we were both breathing fast like we had just finished with a marathon. “I'm going to fuck you so hard Elara that you would never even able to forget who exactly you belong to after I cum inside of you.” “Damien, I—” I cut her off by slamming my mouth onto hers and kissing her deeply. A moan slid out of her mouth

She pushed me back down and proceed to complete the task of massaging the ointment in me from head to toe. “If you’d relax and enjoy the sensation you might just get through it,” she grumbled. “I had you primed prior to the ceremony. Let me do that again for you. It could save your life.” “Why don’t I believe you?” I asked. “I can’t imagine,” she replied. “I have only your interests at heart.” “You mean your interest,” I said with emphasis. She released a full bellied laugh. “You have me there,” she admitted. “If you learn only one thing about the nature of a true vampire, learn this... we are highly sexual. It matters not to the majority of us if our partner is male or female. We enjoy

She was only there, standing behind him, watching him becoming derange. Evangeline couldn’t withstand seeing his pain, so she went near him and held his shoulders. “Blake, please, control yourself...” she cried and Blake suddenly turned around and strangled her with one hand. He lifted her until her feet could no longer touch the ground. Evangeline gripped his hand, trying to free herself, but it was no use, a human being was nothing against a vampire’s strength. “Blake... I can’t...” He gripped his hand tighter on her throat and scanned her face and Evangeline’s neck caught his eyes. She saw him gulp like he was thirsty, and Evangeline knew already what was in his mind.

she said nervously, “it’s just the two of us now.” “Yes. No scared,” Eros said with difficulty. “I fix you,--” he touched her heart –“my blood.” She smiled, despite the fear that coursed through her. Like that first night with Declan, she trusted Eros without question. The ancient vampire leaned over and kissed her forehead. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and then the world went black.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

"Just read the damn vampire novel. This will tell you what real vampires are like, not that girly romance fluff you usually read." "But I like my girly romance fluff," I replied attempting to deflect her judgment of me. "Well, today, you don't care. Today read about vampires sucking blood. Anne Rice might change your mind about vampires. Just read the book and get your tan." I begin the book, and after ten pages of reading, I am hooked. Bri's right I needed to learn about vampires. Mr. Darcy will have to wait for me to heal. The beach is quiet, and my sunburn is setting in. I'm used to my shoulders becoming red like tomatoes this time of year. Brianna sprays my shoulders with sun lotion. I h

I just woke up one day with a handsome vampire by my side, offering me a contract marriage. I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. ******