Romantic Vampire Novels Novels & Stories

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

Geran spoke, not at all hiding the delight he felt as he ran his fingers across his chest in a teasing manner with a pleased smile on his face. It was obvious that vampires saw nothing wrong with getting pleasure wherever they could find it, regardless of gender but werewolves were a different story. They had mates, which meant that most of their relationships were usually heterosexual. The instant Geran spoke about the marks on his body, the first thing Darun did was put on his shirt before he exploded in anger. “What the hell are you sprouting from your mouth?” Darun hissed, doing his best to keep his voice down, the second he noticed that it was early enough for most servants to be awake.

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

he asked. He had somewhat of an idea – neither of them really saw fireworks when they made love. It was lacklustre compared to how it was before, and neither of them had the heart to say it aloud. Not yet, anyway. “If you take another bride…will the bond with her be as strong as the one we had, because ours is broken now?” “Probably not. The first is always the strongest. The most profound…that’s why very few vampires break their bond with their first bride. Can you feel it now? The missing part of your heart?”

“If you learn only one thing about the nature of a true vampire, learn this... we are highly sexual. It matters not to the majority of us if our partner is male or female. We enjoy it with both.” “I enjoy it with the male!” I said. “Hmm,” she mused. “I wouldn’t have guessed that from your display earlier.” I could feel my cheeks turning scarlet. “Never mind my frigid princess,” she said in a comforting tone. “I’m teasing you. Vampires radiate a sexual energy that humans can rarely resist. You never stood a chance with me.” She pulled me up into a sitting position and lifted one of my abundant breasts. Her thumb caressed my nipple as she said thoughtfully, “If you survive the initial cou

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

I close the door, lean back against it, my body trembling, breath coming shallow and fast as dread blooms deep in my chest. I heard every word. My hands shake as I rush to my bedside drawer, fingers fumbling for Betty’s phone. One word echoes relentlessly in my mind as I type it into the search bar. Sanguinari. The result appears almost immediately. And as I read, all the blood drains from my face. Because, there stark and unforgiving on the screen, I understand at last. Alexander Matesson is a vampire.

He only likes to humiliate and whip me, degrade me before a few of his trusted guards simply because that was the only way he can get his limp cock to work. I loathe him with a choking passion. When I retire to my room, I find that the maids have immersed the bath water in petals of calendulas and lavender. After I discard my dress and sink into the water, I let my thoughts wander to how all of this had began. Twenty-three year old, fantasy-loving me would have called meeting a real life werewolf a fluke until I met my best friend, Diandra. It’d been over a year since then. “The calendulas will help soothe your scars, my lady,” one of the she-wolves serving me says, bringing me back to the p

He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having more control over him each passing day. It was a dark and haunting story. Heart Wrenching sometimes and intriguing other times. Angelica became glued to the book. She kept turning pages but soon the pages had notes written on them. No. It seemed to be poems. Written by Lord Rayven, she guessed. Angelica began to read them and slowly became confused and sad. His poems weren't that different from the man's story. It seemed like Lord Rayven saw himself as a monster as well. Even worse. He described himself as evil.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.