Gothic Vampire Romance Novels の小説・ストーリー

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

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Actually she never liked excessive interactions with other people. "You can see over there is the library. Over there, the Witch class. The moss green building is Sirens class. Well, next to it is the Vampire class. Then ...." Louisa explained all details of the existing buildings inside the Gothic Academy, while Lyla listened lazily. "Over there, the mixed class. It is held once a week." Louisa continued.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

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.

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Oh … His bloodied wounds hadn't completely healed. And even though they weren't visible beyond his clothes, the smell of his recent bloodletting was unmistakable. My nostrils caught the faint scent that I had become accustomed to; sex, blood, and werewolf. Shit, vampires were notorious for knowing when you've had sex and now they knew that we'd spilled each other's blood. Yes, I was not happy about announcing our freaky sex, but more importantly, werewolf blood was a delicacy to vampires.

“I overheard Mother speaking to the High Priest of the Circle of the Crescent Moon. These killings—” “There’s been more than one?” “Two women have been found with their throats ripped out and then their bodies burned. Both murders have happened under the cover of dark.” “Killed at night and throats ripped out?” My chest tightens. “Sounds like a vampire.” Evander shakes his head. “If the bodies hadn’t been burned, we would have assumed so. But vampires don’t typically burn their victims.” “Right. That’s more the style of a witch hunter.”

It was a fate far worse than death for any hunter. In the next minute, she rushed over to where he'd been spotted, pulling the huge mahogany doors that revealed a library. She gasped, mouth wide open, she marveled at the room that held several antiquities and books that spiralled from the bottom to the top in a fancy shelf-like staircase. She walked over to the shelves, running her hand through the books stacked neatly, captivated by the breathtaking ambience she found herself forgetting the reason why she'd come in the first place, picking one that had ‘Medieval vampires and their bane’ as the title.