Romantic Vampire Novels & Stories

murmured Francista. Arrived at 12:00 p.m. Vampires start to move faster. The romance that led the troops managed to enter Francista's house. Regina at that time she was in her room with Marisa. Arjun, Juni, Erlangga and Noumi who were in the guest room were immediately shocked. They did not expect that the vampire would enter Francista's house. However, the unexpected flower that Arjun held earlier was glowing and could expel the vampire including Romansa. "Aaaah ... watch out for you, I'll reply remember that! ..." said Romansa.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

"It wasn't until afterwards, you know when my cock gets super sensitive and you were still going strong. But before then it was fucking hot." I stood, not too happily. "I guess we won't be doing that one again." I gave him a hand up, and when he was on his feet he pulled me to him quickly. "Oh no. We are going to do that again." His voice rumbled low. "Just … not right away." He shifted his posture to adjust himself. I gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry." He kissed away my apology and cupped my face gently in his hands. "Never apologize for what the vampire does, just like you told me never to apologize for the werewolf."

Romaine queried her undauntedly. She just shrugged her shoulders. Her mind and attention seems to travel far away in the sands of time—reminiscing her memories with Eoghan Evans during high school years prior to their breakup. “I’m an Astral Vampire. Cyrill’s a Pasiphae Werewolf,” Romaine explained.

Grant said calmly. "How old is Stefan and why did he say I'm his beloved," I asked. "Well being an ancient royal vampire entails that he can turn into a bat and he can be whatever age he physically wants to be. Each of us vampires has a soul mate, most men call their girls beloveds. There are two chooses for a girl the first she can accept the man and be marked and stay by his side. The second is not to accept the man but still be marked and could be as far away from him as possible however she becomes a blood whore if she has sex and gives blood to any other male vampire." Grant seemed to be choosing each word carefully.

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”

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.

albeit the nighttime walk wasn't peaceful, in a total case, permit ME to take a bath first. whilst laundry his frame, Raven contently dips into the tub, but, he nonetheless could not prevent complications over that extraordinary girl. “Vampire, huh? I have not met one in a protracted time.” He murmured while smiling bitterly. Who could have concept throughout this era, you could nonetheless meet thusrt} of -- one should say, prototypic or perhaps old-fashioned... anyways, a lamia who so completely embodied the style of a traditional vampire. He concept he could ne'er meet anyone like this again... nor will he want to fulfil one.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t