Possessive Vampire Romance Novels & Stories

Sean replied. “Bring him to me,” Carl ordered. “There’s a problem, my lord—he’s a vampire.” “What? How can a vampire enter Santossa?” Carl’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Well, according to my research, that vampire is married to a human. He survives on animal blood and owns a vacation house at the boundary between Santossa and Carreon City—a free city where humans reside. He was out hunting deer and rabbits when he witnessed the event.” “Hop in. Let’s go meet him at his place,” Carl said, excitement lighting up his face. Finally, the puzzle might be solved.

She used a lot of energy and a lot of magic in that fight, not to mention getting stressed out about Laris Bevan calling the werewolves filty and blights on society. Secretly, I loved that my mate is acting so possessive. As a wolf, possessiveness is how we show that someone is ours, that we want them, claim them. So she basically told the entire room of supernaturals that I was hers. And while I was worried about her getting herself all worked up, it made me feel special. ‘You are special,’ Maeve says in my mind. My heads whips to hers where she’s lying on the hospital bed waiting to see Dr. Teresa.

So this famously stoic Archduke's heir could also be possessive and jealous. The Vincent I knew had never known jealousy. Even when other high-ranking vampires deliberately approached me at clan gatherings to ask for a dance, he would simply sit on his dais, swirling the blood in his goblet, and remark, "A tedious game. I'm not interested." But now, the mere sight of Vincent looking at me for a moment too long was enough to stir Lucas's possessive instincts. The line between being loved and being ignored was just that stark. I leaned over, wrapping my arms around Lucas's solid waist, my voice soft and teasing.

Only for her. This vampire, I sensed him, but my presence warded him off. For whatever reason, he left her there when I got close. I guess he’s not too worried since the already marked her. Bastard. I think killing him will do the trick, but how do I track him down? I don’t care if I never officially staked my claim on her, she didn’t belong to him. She wasn’t free game. How dare he attempt to take what was to belong to me? I’m feeling very possessive over something I was willing to throw away only days ago. It sounds odd that I am now claiming her in this way when she was a temptation I meant to rid myself of. I wanted her to forget about me but now the thought of losing her forever has me

Thalia kept her promise of friendship, bringing up lighthearted stories from their childhood, dropping those precise, nostalgic anchors meant to make Maya laugh. But every time Maya laughed, Elena was there to claim the aftermath. When Maya leaned back, chuckling at a story about a middle school treehouse, Elena reached out and casually rested her hand on the back of Maya’s neck. Her thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin at the base of Maya's skull—a deeply intimate, possessive gesture that only lovers shared. Maya’s breath hitched slightly, her human pulse spiking instantly at the sensation, her body reacting automatically to the immortal pull of the vampire.

"If what we have is so meaningless, why go to such lengths to destroy it?" The vampire's eyes flashed with fury so intense that it seemed to set the air itself on fire. "Because I will not be denied what is mine. Damien belongs to me, has always belonged to me, and will belong to me until the stars burn out and the universe collapses into darkness. Your pathetic mortal attachment changes nothing."

Until he sees me tied down on my knees, chain-linked to the floor, my skin marked by Jace’s dominance. And then he cracks. “What the fuck is this?” Damon barks. “Ingrid. Get up. This is insane!” Jace doesn't even glance his way. He stays behind me, one hand wrapped in my hair. “She’s not getting up,” Jace says. “She’s not here for you.” “This is disgusting. She’s my—” “Fiancée?” Jace cuts him off. “You think marriage means you own her?” “She’s a Bishop. She’s mine by alliance.”

But none of these strange things stuck to me the way the strange breathtaking girl did. The girl with the snow white skin, and long gray hair, you'd think it wasn't real. True, that she hadn't said a word to me, or even spared me a glance... but her presence was suffocating. Cold. Ethereal. Distant. Like she belonged to another time, another world entirely. She was the kind of character you'd see in horror movies. Her porcelain skin made me remember the vampires from the "twilight" movie, and that thought made me shudder.

But I won’t go down without a fight. “Don’t worry, Mae Williams, I am not going to kill you, not yet.” he says, stroking a hand down the side of my face. “I am going to make you mine.” I shove his hand away, though I know I only managed it because he allowed me to do it, this vampire isn’t as weak as he made himself out to be. He has clearly been around for a long time. I look up at him, knowing that fear is in my eyes, but trying not to care, “I am not going anywhere with you, so you might as well kill me.”

One of them is a werewolf and one is a vampire. I met the vampires after being attacked by a vampiric wolf. He thought it was okay to bite me so he left his mark on my neck. But I didn't want it or the vamps. And because of me being a virgin, they can't take advantage of me. So now that there are two Alphas who are interested in me, the other Alpha, the vampire, doesn't stand a chance. But it's not like I've ever wanted any more than him. So tonight we're going to the club to get drunk. The owner, the werewolf, knows all about us and the rules. We have to behave ourselves, drink responsibly and no funny business.