Teenage Vampire Romance Books Novels & Stories

I was transferred to the Level One island when, in my first few weeks at the island, two of the counselors turned out to be traitors who had been trying to open the vaults in the interlinked tunnels underneath the islands. That whole incident resulted in an explosion of my abilities, making me realize that I am not human but vampire. However, if I thought that was it, just two months ago, when Rachel Adkins, one of the prodigies having graduated from this camp, returned as an Assistant Counselor and ended up stealing the contents of the vault under the Level One island and attacked me. Later on, the Director informed me that I was not a simple vampire but a Blood Moon Hybrid, a child between

Thalia kept her promise of friendship, bringing up lighthearted stories from their childhood, dropping those precise, nostalgic anchors meant to make Maya laugh. But every time Maya laughed, Elena was there to claim the aftermath. When Maya leaned back, chuckling at a story about a middle school treehouse, Elena reached out and casually rested her hand on the back of Maya’s neck. Her thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin at the base of Maya's skull—a deeply intimate, possessive gesture that only lovers shared. Maya’s breath hitched slightly, her human pulse spiking instantly at the sensation, her body reacting automatically to the immortal pull of the vampire.

I should get that printed on a T-shirt. I dropped onto the bed anyway, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers. My bags were still sitting by the door where the driver dumped them. I didn’t even know where to start unpacking. Didn’t care. My brain was stuck on replay: his voice, low and pissed. “Stay. Away.” The way his eyes flashed red? Maybe red. Definitely not normal. And that cold coming off him like he was made of winter. Vampire. My brain kept saying it over and over. Vampire vampire vampire. And he saved me. Why? Why me? Why write those stupid sweet words and then act like I’m a walking disease?

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

"Just read the damn vampire novel. This will tell you what real vampires are like, not that girly romance fluff you usually read." "But I like my girly romance fluff," I replied attempting to deflect her judgment of me. "Well, today, you don't care. Today read about vampires sucking blood. Anne Rice might change your mind about vampires. Just read the book and get your tan." I begin the book, and after ten pages of reading, I am hooked. Bri's right I needed to learn about vampires. Mr. Darcy will have to wait for me to heal. The beach is quiet, and my sunburn is setting in. I'm used to my shoulders becoming red like tomatoes this time of year. Brianna sprays my shoulders with sun lotion. I h

Another reason he hated the nobles and royalty. “I prefer you, my dear, over that one. Experience over youth always wins in my books.” He congratulated himself on not cringing as he spoke to her wrinkled visage. Vampires didn’t age like other supernatural species or humans. They stayed young for hundreds of years. Only the told of their lives would add age to them. Or they’d have to be hundreds of years old before their aging became noticeable.

I can feel my ears beginning to ache as I hold her tightly against me, still pounding hard into her. "I want blood," she suddenly whispers into my ears, and it makes me know that she's slowly fully diverting into her complete vampire side. I tilt my head to the right, giving her direct access to my neck, and she doesn't hesitate as she bites down furiously against me, drinking rapidly and slowly moving her waist furiously against me as she slams her pussy relentlessly, increasing the desire in my body.

I turned and left her room, my heart feeling heavy. I went to my office and sat there for a long while, just staring at the many books that occupied the walls. Many of those books I have written. Mostly about my experiences as a vampire myself. Many secrets I have told. These books were proof that a relationship with a human girl wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. Could it? … Tessa’s POV My entire body ached when I woke up the next morning. With the adrenaline of everything yesterday, I hardly felt any pain until later in the evening and I remembered how that vampire's heel crushed my hand.

There were two ladders with wheels so that you could climb to reach a book you wanted. Sebastian pulled out a book or two to read the title, and then put them back. He decided on three. “These books are about various gifts vampires of the past have had and how to use them. There are three volumes. Let’s start there.” I took the books and looked at the unfamiliar words, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t read very well, if not at all anymore.” Sebastian said, “What do you mean. Haven’t you learned?” “When the Luna was alive, I had started my letters and sounds and started to build simple words. But after she died. The werewolves hated me and never gave me the chance to learn more.”