Romantic Vampire Novels & Stories

“You’re nothing but trouble, sneaking in here when I didn’t give you permission.” “I know.” “I came here to get away from you. Figured you wouldn’t come looking.” “I know.” “Do you know why I’m hiding from you, Ria?” He pushed my hair to one side, leaning over until his lips hovered right above my neck. His breath along my flesh sent shivers down my spine, my back arching and grinding against his hardened length beneath me. “When vampires drink, it elicits arousal,” he muttered lowly. I gasped when his teeth scraped against my throat, right over the artery. “We prefer to drink while we fuck, and the scent of your blood…”

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

But Damien was unaware that the woman he loves and Orlean are planning something bad on him And on the day of their wedding, Faviona gifted Damien a necklace as a sign of her love for him. But that necklace was from the fangs of the oldest werewolf, Arian. Arian is the queen of werewolves. She is the most powerful werewolf in their history. Even though she is very old, she still doesn't die easily because her life depends on her sharp fangs. No one knows how her fangs became powerful because even Arian does not know where its power came from.

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.

“It is art, Alpha Killian.” He shot me a look that was half amusement, half disbelief. “You do realize the main vampire literally sparkles, right? What kind of predator glitters like a disco ball?” I laughed so hard I had to wipe tears from my eyes. “He doesn’t sparkle, he shimmers. There’s a difference. Besides, the love story makes up for it.” “Oh, please,” he said, leaning back in his seat with mock horror. “He stares at her for five minutes and suddenly they’re soulmates. That’s not romance, that’s stalking with better lighting.”

I watched as the long, muscular limbs strained against his pants, My curiosity was peaked. I tilted my head and asked another question. "What sort of vows?" Sol turned his eyes to me as he looked at me from the side of his eye. I regretted the question as soon as I saw the smirk on his face. "Marriage vows." My face heated up. "Are you interested in experiencing it with me?" "Stop teasing me," I mumbled. "What else?" He looked disappointed. "Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

When he made his way through the door, he felt his heart stop beating. Willow was snuggled under the covers with the Vampire Karmina had told him about. They shared kisses and smiles as if they had been lovers forever. Roy watched as her eyes softened as she gazed at the man beside her. Her hand caressed his cheek, her thumb running across his lips. The Vampire's eyes swirled red and gold, his fangs growing slightly as he nicks her thumb. She let out a soft gasp as a drop of blood oozed out of the tiny wound and the Vampire licked it before kissing her again. His vision quickly retracted, his heart thundering in his chest as his mind was returned back to his home. The window he was gazing th