Novel & Cerita Possessive Vampire Romance Books

“I had another nightmare, but this time around, it wasn't like the others. I could feel her pain. Every time she was hit, every time she died and came back, every pain that was inflicted on her, I could feel everything but I still couldn't see her” I said, leaving not a single detail out. I needed a solution, I needed a vivid explanation. She looked like she was lost in thought so I decided to ask. “Could… could it be that the moon goddess has decided to give me a mate”? I asked but I saw her shake her head. Of course, what was I expecting? For a lycan born with the blood of a demon, I was expecting way too much. “I don't know what this is. I don't know if the moon goddess has decided to ble

The possessiveness was growing, a spike in my chest every time I pictured Chase in my mind, his bruised skin, his defiant glare, the way he’d sucked my blood with that hesitant trust. It wasn’t just attraction anymore; it was something deeper, something that made me want to lock him away where no one could touch him. But I couldn’t do that, couldn’t keep him like a pet, not when I’d already hurt him so much. I needed answers, needed to know why I felt this way, why Chase was different. And there was only one person who might understand, who’d seen centuries of vampire instincts and could tell me if this was bloodlust or… something else.

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.

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

The presence that had opened its eyes within the darkness of his mind was growing stronger with every passing second. It was not his wolf. Deep down, he had always known that. His wolf had been silent for years. Whatever was waking up now was something else entirely, something familiar and terrifying at the same time. No one touches my mate. The emotion slammed into him so suddenly that he nearly choked. They were not words but instinct, raw possessiveness, violence and protectiveness flooding through him until they drowned everything else. Caierre's eyes widened. They weren't his. They belonged to Alvar's wolf.

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

The blood, congealed now, had come from two neat puncture wounds in each of their necks. So the football team had been turned into vampires, too. That meant one things. That those same burning basic instincts she felt—to feast, to kill, to mate—were burning in them too. They had needs, and they were expecting her to satisfy them. Vivian looked from one pair of hungry eyes to the next, counting five in total. She could tell just from their expressions that they wanted to devour her. The drive that had led her to this place existed in every single one of them, and whatever instinct inside of her was telling her to run, their own instincts were strong enough to match, telling them to do everyth

He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.

“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.