Laurent Vampire Twilight Novels & Stories

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

That was a maybe…. I was certain about one thing when it came to how I correlated with women, I never text them more than twice and that was for girls I found interesting enough on our first night and would like to have a re-taste after the second time, I already found uninteresting. "So who is she?" Arturo asked. Arturo was a vampire that we found a few weeks ago in the woods. And no, he wasn't a part of the humans we converted to vampires and that is the only thing keeping him alive until this day. The dude was so annoying I wouldn't think twice to snap his neck and have his blood for dinner.

he winked and later smirked. disgust is evident in Dawn’s face. Getting laid with another vampire is not her thing, once is enough, she even got pregnant with the first one. For some it may appear a privilege, because getting laid with the vampire’s Bet is tempting and Blaez has an irresistible body once you get a chance to feel him, but for her it’s a nightmare. Blaez is just nothing in the eyes of Dawn. “Interesting? Who are you for me to have an interest in? Are you some sort of gold or other precious thing for you to be interesting enough?” Dawn spit out. Never minding what his reaction will be after.

He'd heard everything. ☆ Lauren waited patiently in front of the school after school was out, hoping Eric would come out and meet her. He'd completely pretended not to notice her for the rest of the day, and despite the hope she tried to keep alive in her heart, she knew that he would continue to ignore her until she gave him a cogent explanation for everything. And yet she knew she couldn't. How would she explain Aidan without mentioning his lycanthropy, or how she too, was a werewolf? She swallowed past the lump of sadness in her throat just as someone behind her called her name.

His children were coupling with abandon and he could feel the powerful sense of increased immortal control over both vampire changelings and submissive humankind. The 450 year old vampire Lafitte stirred under the weight of the blonde schoolteacher from Cincinnati. He opened his blank black eyes and saw his children strewn across the church basement floor like fallen trees after a volcanic explosion. The orgy had been intense indeed. He pushed the snoozing form of the corpulent middle-aged woman over to the side and paused for a moment to insert his finger into her quivering star to make certain she was still alive. Her pretty rectum pulsed with vitality even though her body was unconscious

Two guards with blood-red eyes stood beside the door, greeting the tyrant king with so much loyalty. “We've arrived, sire.” They both said it in sync with nothing but a cold voice. One of the traits of being a vampire is there is no emotion in their voice, as they don't feel emotions. “Lock him in his room. Don't bring him food for months until the day of his wedding.” Raellus ordered without any sense of guilt. Normal vampires can't pass a month without drinking blood. But Leon, who is half, can eat human food as well as human blood. The only problem would be him not drinking human blood. He only drinks animal blood once in a while, but his main diet is human food. Although the effect of hu

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

Laurent circles my waist and pulls me back into his body, "I'm not your mate." "I just want to taste your blood. I'll bite you in a secret place and it'll heal fast, it's just a little taste," he promises, sticking his body even closer to mine as if he'll die if I say no. He's fully hard and dying for me. This is absolutely new. I don't have much memory of what happened in the showers so I can't even compare it to that, "Please, baby, I need it. I just..." "Uh, excuse me?" Someone asks and Laurent growls from his throat, gripping my waist tightly as if he doesn't want someone to snatch me away from him.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

the way he had reacted to Allicin, his mysterious disappearances, his unpredictability, and his seemingly flawless nature. As the darkness consumed her, Raven knew one thing for certain. Lumiére was a vampire, and not just any vampire, but the High Lord himself.