Romance With Vampires Novels & Stories

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

I just woke up one day with a handsome vampire by my side, offering me a contract marriage. I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. ******

His name still played at the edge of my mind, his voice laced with the same dangerous devotion I saw in Asher’s eyes when he looked at Dante. A vampire. Yes, it was a freaking forbidden romance. My story had not ended with whispers of awe or admiration, it had ended in the taste of blood, the shock of loss, and a silence so final it still rang in me years later. I drew a shaky breath, turning slightly so no one would notice the way my hands gripped themselves. “Careful what you admire,” I murmured more to myself than to the wolf. “Sometimes love ztrong enough to defy the world is strong enough to destroy it.”

The guy was dressed in a red wine shirt and a blue jeans, and he was the same guy who called to inform Darhl about the fact that Larry was dead. Darhl was about to say something when the doors to the meeting room opened and a dishevelled looking Larry came sauntering inside. Everyone all turned to look at him, and he just raised his right hand and waved it as if to say don't even bother asking because I also have no idea what just happened. He moved swiftly to the empty seat and sat down before saying hi to Darhl. Larry is the only vampire who doesn't bow to Darhl which made the other vampires envy him because he was not even a born vampire, yet he has a status that was higher than that of a

Some people take photos and pose to make memories, the beautiful scenery of Venice is indeed very amazing to be immortalized in photos. "Why would you date a vampire?" "Because I want to try the taste of every woman... I prefer a she-wolf actually... Vampires are too cold on the inside... and they are too vanilla... The only crazy thing they do is biting your neck and absorb as much blood as possible, do you understand what I'm saying?" Rene wanted to answer, yes understand .. but she did not intend to. It was of no use to her showing her knowledge of intimate matters to Sandro.

And, it was just then a snap filled my ears as I turned my body in the direction of the sound. Frozen. Terrified. Guilt. All of them hit me as a wave as I lost myself into the eyes of my Eleanor. Those oceanic blue eyes which one looked at me with love were now gazing at me with disgust. The lips which used to flash me a smile sweeter than honey were still flashing me a smile but a sarcastic one which left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. The truth that was going to burn our love down to ashes was out. She saw me. And, she probably hates me. Why? Of course, because I was a vampire. Because I belonged to the kind that killed her mother.

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.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

“Fine, Maxwell. Yes, I like you. There, I said it. Now what do you have to tell me?” “Do you love me?” I hear a moan of frustration rumble in her chest. “I know you do and you know it too. There’s something you need to know…about a vampire and their humans. There’s a bond that connects them together; this blood bond is activated by touch. The more contact a vampire has with their donor, the harder it is for the individual to resist.” “To resist what?” Her retort is flat and I can tell she’s scared at my words.