Harry Potter And Vampire Queen Romance Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

She answered, pulling him more into her as her legs trembled. She planted her face in his neck as she rolled from one orgasm into another. *************** Later, as she laid breathless on Aamon who didn't seem a little bit breathless, she felt like a completely new woman. She knew after tonight, she would never be the same and in a good way. She fell asleep with a huge smile on her face on the chest of the Vampire she was beginning to fall madly in love with.

Victoria moaned. My name is Lestat King, and I am the Vampire King. I am five hundred and twenty years old and still haven’t found my beloved. That is a good thing because having a beloved only makes you weak. I can’t be weak. My mom and dad were fighting human hunters and one of them killed my mom. My dad could feel the pain of her death and ended up being killed as well. Leaving me and my twin sister, Victoria, without parents. Ever since then, I have hated humans. They are weak and a waste of space. After my parents passed, I took over as King “Oh, King Lestat. I’m about to cum,” Victoria said as I pounded into her pussy. “Ahh,” she screamed as she orgasmed. A few strokes later, I pulled

The Luna and the Lord of Vampires that made the Cadicarat at that time used their hardened hearts to seal the spell but love superceded it. Nobody would ever believe that Rufus would eventually end up falling in love with Layla. Awkward right? They all lived happily ever after. The end…

My eyes collided with the person I wanted to see, since I turned eighteenth. Blood red and darkness mixed in those beautiful eyes, the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. But reality hit me hard. He was a vampire. And my mate. No. This couldn't be happening. The Moon Goddess couldn't do this. My mate couldn't be him, no please. The ruthless, bloodthirsty vampire king.

Vyr asked, skipping any formal pleasantries and getting straight to the point. The first to speak was Queen Aurora, the ruler of the vampires. Her beauty was striking—her pale skin flawless, her red hair cascading over her shoulders like fire, and her glowing crimson eyes fixed sharply on Vyr. Despite her delicate appearance, there was a palpable power in her presence, one honed over her nearly 1,500 years of existence. "A strange man appeared to me," she began, her tone cool but laced with irritation. "He spoke of an impending marriage between your niece and the Emperor."

"Love!! I murmured as I kissed her chest, down on her tummy. I lay her back on the bed and hovered over her, and covered her lips again, with my hand running on her legs up on her thigh. I quickly distanced myself from her when I heard a gasp. I look around me, waiting for someone to appear before me. I pulled the cover back up her chest and sat on the edge of the bed with my bloody eyes, and my whole body was alert to any enemies. "A cough snapped my head where it came from, and my eyes widened to see her splattering with blood coming out of her mouth. "Love!!!! Sadie!!! I cried and quickly pulled her up and ran my hand on her back. Tears of joy rolled down my cheek. The changes started. Sh

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

I'm not going to let this man take what belongs to me. "Put her back. She has been my love for 500 years. She will stay mine for another 500. You have no right sir!" I call out. "Oh but I do" With that he leaves and I'm stuck on the floor with a broken arm and most likely a broken ribcage. I've never encountered a vampire with such steel like tolerance. Must be witch craft. That's right the witch "DEAREST" I shout. The witch queen comes running in "My love, what happened. I was put under a haze my charm didn't protect me from it" Oh so the mystery kidnapping vampire, can haze through a witches charm. Infuriating.

Humans had always been greedy, but this elixir had been something that had been passed down for years throughout vampire history since before the war. My wife had perfected it in her youth, and that was how we met and how she was deemed worthy enough to be my wife. Had I known then what I know now, perhaps I would not have taken her hand in marriage. The ache and madness that I lived through weren’t worth it. I kneeled beside her body and tore off the bandage on her arm. The gash was large and messy, still oozing blood as if she had just made it though she breathed weakly. She was so pale, lying there with my wife’s face.