Romantic Vampire Novels & Stories

She told him without hesitation. He looked at her, surprised. “Why vampires? They feed on human blood and are cold-blooded murderers.” He told her. “Not all vamps are murderers. Some feed on animal blood and some feed on human blood that was donated.” She told him with an offended pout. “But would you date one?” he asked her. “Absolutely, that is, if he loves me.” She told him with an excited grin, “Vampire are very affectionate and loyal to their partners and who wouldn’t want a guy who loves you unconditionally.” She told him.

What were portals and what was this all about? "Tell that annoying wolf of yours to create a distraction for you to slowly siphon more energy! I don't care how you do it, just GET IT DONE!" Valentine growled out as he took a long gulp from a goblet he was drinking from. The man was handsome and was dressed in very nice attire, but I couldn't get passed what Valentine had been drinking. Blood. He was a vampire; a pretty powerful one too from the way he carried himself. That’s what that atrocious scent is - the stench of a vampire.

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

She shrugged, “I don't know, I just thought being rich was another vampire trait, all the vampires I've ever read about are always stinking rich.” He chuckled as he answered, “Well, if you live that long and you're still broke, then something is definitely wrong. Most of us work different jobs in different places throughout our lifetime, gathering wealth over the years, that's why vampires are usually rich.” “Interesting. Tell me more about your book. What is it about and why did you lose your inspiration?” He had a faraway look in his eyes as he said, “It's a novel. A romance novel.” She raised her brows and gave him a teasing smile. “Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it a

And if I must unleash the monster within to ensure her safety, so be it. As I pull an ancient tome from the shelf, I catch the faintest trace of her scent lingering in the air, warm, intoxicating, and utterly mine. It strengthens my resolve. This is only the beginning, but I will face whatever comes for us. I am Ramon Kovah, Vampire Lord, and no one will take my mate from me.

– Alexander said, kissing him and pulling his shirt to suck his nipples. The vampire called himself Alexander Romanov, whose nickname he adopted, in which he was a German vampire, but in reality, he was the former emperor. In which he was from the period before the Black Death period, while the werewolf called himself Romulus Ralf, he was Greek from the time of the period the Greek gods reigned.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

It looked familiar even though I couldn’t place it. “Magnificus,” he purred, red eyes roaming over Storm’s form with a hint of possessiveness in his gaze. “It has been a long time, My Beloved. You look just as stunning as ever.” Creed snarled at him calling her his beloved. Beloveds were essentially the vampire-equivalent of mates. It was a claim, either fated or chosen. And one that this asshat had no rights to. There was no warning before she shifted back into my form, flames covering our nakedness. She remained forward as she stood up to my full height.