Gothic Vampire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Marcelo respectfully bowed before me. "Do you have any spells that can remove the impure blood of a vampire from my mate?" I asked him nonchalantly. The wizard was shocked to hear that my mate was a vampire, the enemy of wolves since the awakening. "Alpha, vampirism is not a curse. It seems like your mate died and was resurrected through the turning process. I have no power to reverse it," Marcelo explained. I let out a sigh of disappointment. I had expected Marcelo to have a solution for me. My request seemed simple enough, but apparently, no one could grant it.

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.

Am I going crazy then? “You’re not going crazy, Alice” Gabriel said, a deep chuckle erupting from him making the hair on my body stand on end. What is going on? “We are werewolves, Alice. We can read minds… it’s called Telepathy. Plus, I can easily read you from the expression on your face” Someone pour ice water on me. And why is the scent from Gabriel getting stronger and why am I feeling so attracted to him even though I just met him? Oh,no. He must have heard that too.

He held on to her hips and applied vampire speed to his tongue. With a jolt, she screamed. A gush of her sweet fragrance covered his face. She was quivering in her release, panting for breath. Her swollen sex was pressed against him. Engorged, red, and pulsating with blood. He turned his head, trying to escape the inevitable reaction. But her thigh squeezed against his nose, the blood in her vein throbbing against his skin. The instinct to survive roared through him. His fangs sprang forth, and he sank them into the rich vein of her inner thigh. Her blood filled his mouth. Her scream filled his ears, but he couldn't stop.

I felt happy, content, and sometimes wished I'd have a happy ending. I started going through the books slowly as I checked out their names. Thousands of romance stories stood arranged on the shelf. I squinted my eyes at one that caught my attention. I selected it. "An Omega Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha King." That was the name of the book. I smiled at the book cover. It had a handsome man with a young maiden who looked smitten with her man. Goosebumps arose on my body at their chemistry. That was what books did to me. I imagined myself as the character.

sex life. The moon goddess really knows what she is doing when she ties up the mate bonds. As time passed and I hadn't killed or drained any pack members of their blood they had settled into excepting me as their Luna. As a vampire I didn't sleep sometimes I needed to meditate to bring up my energy but sleep was not something I did however Alex and his wolf needed me nearby to sleep easy so I had created somewhat of a library around our bed. I would read my favourite books by night whilst Alex slept peacefully by my side. I had just had the last of my books sent from my childhood bedroom and had lovingly placed them on the built in shelves Alex had custom made to suit our needs. His bed now

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

The confident, snarky girl who had competed for prom queen just twenty four hours ago felt completely dead. The heavy brass doors swung inward, and we were ushered into the heart of the council room. A massive circular table dominated the space, surrounded by elders whose faces were etched with deep lines and cold gravity. At the center sat the Head Guardian, her dark eyes gleaming under the torchlight like polished coal. The silence in the room was deafening. "So, about the vampire, Rose..." the Head Guardian began, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. She leaned forward, resting her elegant chin on her interlaced fingers.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

Alvar didn't answer. Because he already knew. The bond was screaming now. The bloodlust was everywhere. And standing in the center of it all was a creature he recognized immediately. His breath caught. "No." Grant stared. "What in the Goddess..." The wolf stood motionless beneath the moonlight. Massive. Monstrous. Its black fur seemed to swallow the light around it while crimson eyes glowed from the darkness. Blood covered nearly every inch of its body. Some of it belonged to the attackers. Some of it didn't.