My Chemical Romance Vampires Will Never Hurt You Novels & Stories

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.

But after Marianne's death, I also realized by investigating their family, that they are actually a family that is comparable in power with us— the Valentine's. I stared Khrystyanna's face for a while and then threw all the bothering thoughts away. I smiled at her and then kissed her forehead. "Alright. If that's what you want, I will do so, my 'Cherrie'." My lips went down from her forehead, to the tip of her nose and then her lips. She froze in shock but loosened up after a while. Her lips are like blood for us vampires. It is so sweet and intoxicating. It is so sexy and dangerous at the same time. But…

Lauren walked in and smiled at me. Lauren is human and has a huge crush on Aiden, the hybrid vampire. I like it when he tries to control his thirst for blood. New Orleans sucks, 'Cause everyone here is either lycans, witches, Demi demons or maybe vampires. " Riley, what are you doing here?" Lauren asked. " I don't have to answer your questions." Riley replied. " Just get out of here, it's nice you let your disgraceful ass out before I withdraw you myself." Lauren said and she chuckled.

“But I guess we can try to get to know each other a little better-” Before I could finish, he yanked me into his arms. My eyes widened and my face grew hot. I let out a small whimper, which made him loosen his arms around me and I pulled slightly away to look at him. His normally cheerful hazel eyes had changed their color to a darker shade. I gulped. “I said t-try knowing each other first!” I cried out in alarm. My hands flew to his chest to push him away but it was futile. Damn pureblooded vampires!

He said and with a blink of an eye he shot a substance, which looks like black shards into Derek's chest near his heart. And once again every one gasped. "Balian's assemble!." He shouted . Immediately. More like ' Avengers assemble ' I shifted my gaze to Derek who was now in so much pain. I broke down. I wondered why, I'm to be like the other people in the hall, with their faces showing zero emotions. But still their next in line they should be crying. Anyways always heard that vampires are heartless. Wonder if that is true.

River Black It wasn’t like the movies or books she’d read about vampires. Everyone had that phase in high school. She’d read a lot of vampire romance novels. No, it wasn’t like that at all. Aelnith’s teeth sinking into her skin hurt. It burned. It was more than just breaking the skin. That pain only lasted a moment. It was something else. Similar to a scorpion sting she’d gotten once as a child, playing in her backyard by a rock pile. It felt like fire in her veins.

Although I find it sexy, it annoys me most of the time. “So what's you aim of telling me all this?” he stands dusting off his selvees as if sitting beside him stained him or something. He gives me a cold smile, evil and burning with something beyond desire. “Join me, be my bethored and see how very much of difference I make from Lucian.” Did I just him well? I should be his bethored. There is really something with vampires and their love for wanting partners. “Never happening Tyril.” Lucian appears nowhere from the shadows, gently pulling me behind him. This time I don't shrug or protest, infact I needed him here with me anyway so I give in into his protection.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

“But with you? It’s like something inside me woke up.” My lips parted. “What are you?” He held my gaze. “We’re not just high school hockey players, Naeva. We’re not just boys with attitude problems and perfect teeth.” He smiled faintly at that. “You’re not just human. And neither are we.” I pulled my hand back slowly, blinking hard. “You’re serious.” “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” The hallway light buzzed above us. The door to the locker room cracked open, and I heard Camden’s voice inside. He was yelling at someone—River, maybe.