Novel & Cerita Good Vampire Romance Novels

“What good is it to turn me when you won’t stay afterward?” “I’ll stay.” She chuckled bitterly. “No, you won’t.” “You don’t know yet, but you will.” She sucked in a breath when he licked his wound. She groaned when he yet again pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue danced with hers, tasting his blood upon her taste buds. When did blood become an aphrodisiac? Oh, right, his vampiric blood was pure and a known aphrodisiac. It wasn’t fair that everything about him was addicting. He didn’t even try to hide his darkness. He wasn’t controlled by it and he didn’t hide behind it. He unapologetically owned it and that type of self awareness magnetically drew people in like moths to a flame. Like

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

She shrugged, “I don't know, I just thought being rich was another vampire trait, all the vampires I've ever read about are always stinking rich.” He chuckled as he answered, “Well, if you live that long and you're still broke, then something is definitely wrong. Most of us work different jobs in different places throughout our lifetime, gathering wealth over the years, that's why vampires are usually rich.” “Interesting. Tell me more about your book. What is it about and why did you lose your inspiration?” He had a faraway look in his eyes as he said, “It's a novel. A romance novel.” She raised her brows and gave him a teasing smile. “Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it a

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

“What is wrong with her?” “She had a vision. She had a vision like mine because this is how she was at the end of my vision.” He listened to her heart and found her erratic. He slit his wrist with his nail and gave her a sip of his blood on her red lips. She slowly took it in, and her eyes fluttered open after a few minutes. Alex was shocked that Dom gave his blood to her. This was not something he could say he ever did for anyone before, well alone a vampire.

Children were in different locations, some hiding some in the open crying their eyes out of the most horrible experience of their lives. I ran my hand through my somehow damp hair while my stomach churned from the horrid sight. With my eyes closed, I listened carefully, trying to hear past the cries, wails, angry birds, and burning sensation and focus on the heartbeats of the sprawled elements. I needed to save as many that weren’t dead before it was too late. I would help the wounded vampires first by giving them my blood. True vampires healed faster, they would heal faster if they had my blood in them. After giving blood to those that were on the east side I went over to the west side and

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

He whimpered as he looked at his red hands, shaking as the blood dripped down onto her favorite clothes that she had worn specially to celebrate his birthday. The sound of something cracking and breaking filled the air, causing him to look up. A bad wolf was biting on someone’s arm, and they were screaming and fighting back but another wolf got to them. They bite and pull at the man until they split him in two, his blood jumping in the air before falling down like rain. His eyes wouldn’t move from them. They were still biting on him but he wasn’t screaming anymore. They began chewing and a small cry escaped his lips making their red eyes look at him. They let the man go and start walking tow

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

We were predator and prey, locked in a dance that was as old as the moon itself Our bodies moved in a sensual ballet, each touch and caress speaking of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface. Alex's hands slid over my curves, his fingers tracing the lines of my body with a possessive hunger that made me ache for more. I could feel the werewolf in him, the beast that longed to claim me fully, to make me his in every sense of the word.