Romantic Vampire Book Series Novels & Stories

I looked up to see he was running back at me but this time I was ready. He swung his fist at my face but I curved my body in time to miss his attack. I kicked my leg out and made sure my entire bottom half of my boot landed right in the middle of his back flinging him forward. I ran forward meeting him in the middle. he kicked his leg out but I caught it before he could hit me in the side, I grabbed him by the foot and twisted it sending him to the ground. "We just want to talk!" I yelled as he got back to his feet. "I don't talk to mutts." Dorian rasped punching me in the jaw. I staggered backwards and just steps and barely had enough time to get back to my feet before he launched himself t

The wolves howled together, backing away as if afraid, even the rival hunters faltered outside and their voices weak. The Blood Moon’s light poured through the broken roof, shining down on her like a spotlight. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t choose. But the choice was choosing her. The journal opened wide, pages whipping like wings. Words wrote themselves in glowing light in a language she should not have known, but the meaning sank deep into her blood. The heir must bleed to bind the oath. Her knees gave out. Ash caught her. Kael called her name. Then the wolves jumped again, breaking the brief peace.

one hissed. “We hunt at dawn,” another growled, sparks crackling from her fingertips. “No witch may wield such corruption and live.” The fires burned through the night. High in the mountain dens, wolves lifted their heads as the wind carried the scent of spilled Alpha blood. The packs howled, a chorus of grief and fury that shook snow from the cliffs. “A new Alpha must rise.” “The killer witch must fall.” “Blood answers blood.” The old laws whispered. The new rage followed. And far beneath a ruined chapel, where ancient stone met candlelight and the air thrummed with old hunger, vampires gathered around a figure draped in black.

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

"I mean… Sorry, I apologize. But I think it would be best if you reside here for the time being. I… I would appreciate it." I blinked at the situation that had just occurred. What was running through this vampire's mind when he looked at me? At that moment, I was attracted by his beautiful eyes, forgetting he was a dangerous pure-blooded vampire. I couldn't help but take a step toward him. The overwhelming urge to be nearer to him somehow grasped me. It hooked me tightly in a way I had never experienced before. Surprisingly, I brought my hand up to his face and traced the smooth skin there.

"Yes, I was worried, but the blood moon doesn't affect female vampires as much as the males. That's why there are always more male vampire rogues than female ones. Males are more primal to start with, more violent, more cold, more susceptible to give in to the bloodlust. Zachary was also a little more protected because I am already pregnant." We were just standing and talking, watching the kids play with Phoenix and Sebastian. The next thing I hear is an ear-piercing scream coming from Scarlett and see her running towards Phoenix who is now laying on the ground, I pull out of Dominic's arms and run towards them as well when I feel a pinch in the top of my arm. I stop running, look down, and

"Just because the dust isn't disturbed doesn't mean that no one has been through there, Charlotte and I... We... Even after father had banned us from going in there, we would sneak in and sit in one of the back rooms as it is like a small library, there is a mountain of books in there that we couldn't find anywhere else. Like our history for both vampires and werewolves, I think there was a mate match of a werewolf and vampire in the Royal family a long time ago before any of the wars divided the two species, I think the war had something to do with that pairing. We would always make sure our steps were light, and we never touched anything but the door handle, so we didn't disturb the dust a

movie, and that thought made me shudder. What was I even imagining? Of course, there's no way she isn't human. Vampires ain't real. I told myself. I looked up, and saw her walking ahead, and I thought to myself, it was the right time to stalk someone. I followed her from a safe distant until she turned a bend. I contemplated whether to follow or not, and then decided to do that when next I saw her. I wondered if she had noticed that I was following her. Well, she couldn't have. I had kept a safe distance.

Rice herself wrote several more books in what subsequently became known as the Vampire Chronicles, some of which were later adapted for film. The vampire as a misunderstood romantic hero picked up steam in the later part of the 20th century, particularly in the United States. In 1978 Chelsea Quinn Yarbro began publishing her series of Count Saint-Germain books, the main character of which is a vampire of moral character whose bite is an erotic experience. In many tales vampires are characterized as promiscuous, their appetite for human blood paralleling their sexual appetite. In 1991 Lori Herter published Obsession, one of the first vampire novels to be categorized as romance rather than sci

“Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.” “Why am I here?” “Vampire covens and races are always at war. They are very territorial. Unfortunately, you stumbled right into the middle of it.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “How?” He looked at her, confused. “Don’t you remember?” She stared back, blankly. “Your kill. It ignited all of this.” “Kill?” He slowly shook his head. “So, you don’t remember. Typical. First kills are always that way.” He looked her in the eye. “You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.”