Spicy Vampire Romance Books Novels & Stories

With the enemy defeated and the darkness pushed back, the vampire world was filled with a newfound sense of hope and joy. Eli and the girl he loved were welcomed back as heroes, and they were soon married in a grand ceremony attended by all their vampire friends and family. As they began their new life together, Eli knew that there were still challenges to come, but he felt confident that they could face them as long as they were united. He and the girl he loved were determined to build a life together, one filled with love, hope, and happiness.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

"I'm fine, kiddo. How goes the wedding planning?" "Fabulous." Her small, generously rounded frame practically bounced with enthusiasm. Her happiness was contagious, and I felt a little of my fatigue melt away. About a year ago, my shy little vampire friend had fallen in love with a big, butch werewolf named Jack. I'll admit, I had my reservations at first - our two species don't always mix very well, but after I'd seen the way he looked at her, my doubts evaporated. Ari was a lucky, lucky vamp.

She felt the blood rush to her cheek, and suddenly the room became very warm. She decided to let it go. She had no hunger pangs now, and she could cross that path when she came to it. She hoped he would be by her side then. Besides, deep down, she didn’t really care that much about feeding, or vampires, or swords, or any of it. What she really wanted to know was about him. Or, really, how he felt about her. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him. Why did you risk it all for me? Was it just to find the sword? Or was it something else? Once you find your sword, will you still stay with me? Even though romance with a human is forbidden, would you ever cross the line for me?

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I mutter from the force of the slam. “Oh darling, I've not even begun to fuck you.” Tingles crawl up my spine, and I pull him back in, devouring his in ways I’ve only dreamt of. I need him faster, need him deeper. His hands massage my ass, and I grind against his hips. Ryker’s cock shoots up, forcing a gasp behind my throat. He’s longer than Hunter. If he fucked home, he’d hit places in my cervix that’ll make me see heaven.

No tale could scare the Texan girl, who had seen more horror movies, than the ones the tales told. She laughed at the myths. Until the myths started watching her. It all began with a dream. The sharp fangs in the dark, the glowing amber eyes in the trees, and hands so cold, that they burned. Then the whispers came. The feeling of being watched, and followed. The shadows that moved in places where no light touched, and her name, whispered in voices that wasn't quite human. Mary Ginger didn't know it yet, but her blood had begun to sing. She didn't know of the two oldest families in the town, but they knew about her.

He sat stiffly, his gaze flickering to the book in Lucian’s hands. “You like to read?” Elias asked, mostly to fill the silence. Lucian chuckled, closing the book with a soft thud. “I’ve had plenty of time for it.” Elias frowned. “How old are you?” Lucian arched a brow. “Older than you.” Elias rolled his eyes. “No shit.” “I am a vampire, Elias. What do you think?” Elias’ breath hitched. Something in his chest tightened, heat curling in his stomach. He tried to ignore it.

Accelerate my heartbeats, stir my breath even more. You're perfect at this, we're perfect at this. The softness of your chest, the taste of your groin. Does my forked tongue work better than I thought? You grip my hair, that's the answer I need. Thrust after thrust. I see your lips biting, our sexes burning. I want to stay inside you. I want you to keep moaning in my mouth, moaning when I taste your flavor once again. And... in the end... May God forgive me and may the devil send more fire to both of us.

Kyle opened it quickly and swirled inside. Aidan was sat at his desk. He swiveled in his chair and gasped when he saw Kyle standing there. “Can I help you?” he said, adjusting his glasses. Kyle pulled up a spare chair and sat himself down, his face uncomfortably close to Aidan’s. “As a matter of fact, you can,” he said. He smirked as Aidan leaned back, trying to get some space between them. It was then that Kyle noticed the book that lay open on Aidan’s desk. He hadn’t been able to read all that well in his human days, but he could still recognize the word vampire.