The Vampire Princess Novels & Stories

He felt Allen stiffen against him before the woman body went boneless in his arms—the magic winding its way through her mind and body, twisting her to Adom desires. And then the Vampire Prince felt those strong sweaty arms come around him, holding him close as a mouth and nose nuzzled against his neck. Jonathan ran his fingers over smooth skin and firm muscle, before pulling the other woman in enough to take her lips with his own.

she said "There is a vampire outside the den.It seems as though she came to see you, according to what she says." As Davien took in the information, he made a puzzled expression with his eyebrows and thought for a moment. "A vampire? Are you certain about that, how could that be possible without my knowledge?" Kira insisted, "I saw her with my very own eyes. It seems like she's not an ordinary vampire, she was a royale princess of their clan." "She asserts that this is a personal issue." "Is that so, where is she right now?" Davien said, while his heartbeat starts to go intense. He never thought that the vampire princess that he saved would eventually come bac

He pulls me closer and kisses the back of my hand. “This is Princess Lyra Sokolova and yes she is a vampire. Lyra has actually been fighting for this pack even before being formally introduced and I would appreciate it if you all have respect for her and her people. You will all have time for meeting each and everyone of them later but for now I’ll to the more pressing matters”

She looked at Victoria. The vampire princess had removed her helm first, shaking out auburn hair that now fell in thicker, longer waves past her shoulders. Her face—always sharp and beautiful—was fuller, more defined: cheekbones higher, lips plumper, curves more pronounced beneath obsidian scale. She looked… grown. Not older in the mortal sense, but mature. A woman in full bloom, frozen at the peak of it. Pureblood vampires stopped aging once they reached maturity. This was how Victoria would remain. Forever.

The night of blood-birth was agony beyond anything I had known. My bloodline was torn open, reshaped, and reborn— an ancient process reserved only for royal vampires. But when I heard the first cries of my children, every trace of pain vanished. Two newborns, marked with faint royal sigils, their blood resonances steady and pure. They lay within the obsidian cradle, breathing softly, their auras entwined. I looked at my son and daughter, my heart filled with fulfillment. From this moment on, I was not only a queen—

“NO!” A third vampire came close to me. He squatted down and grabbed my chin in his hand. He pulled me close enough to him that I could see the pulsing pupils on top of his ruby red eyes. He smiled at me, tongue coming out to lick the pointed canines he had. I tried to pull back but his grip was iron. “Hello, Princess,” he drawled. “Stop!” I shrieked, slamming my eyes shut. “Stop!” “Zora!”

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

I feel it wash over me and lock me down, seizing my limbs, turning my legs into dead weight beneath me. I clench my teeth hard enough that my jaw aches, and I force myself to turn. “Who the fuck do you think you are, to command me?” She smirks at me as she comes closer, calm and unhurried, like she’s enjoying the fact I can’t move. “Silly me, I didn’t introduce myself.” Her smile widens, almost pleased with itself. “I’m Persephone, princess of the vampire kingdom.” Oh fuck, I’m in shit now.

There is a hidden pride in his words, pride for his lineage, “We are the direct descendants of the original vampire... the royals.” For a moment, I simply stare at him. The royals? I look at his face, then at the crown on his mark, and suddenly the design makes a great deal more sense. I have been sitting in his lap, teasing him, stealing kisses, and calling him my King without realizing just how literal that title might be. I can hardly believe it. I can’t hide my surprise as this new information is revealed to me. And something else clicks in my mind. “It means Theo and Felix are princes?” I slowly ask.

As fate sisters were explaining, Clotho looked at Ethan and warned him “Ethan it might happen that when you both will face Sandra, Alice can get injured and starts bleeding. You will have to control yourself. You might feel like feeding on her blood but this will weaken her and the fact you are a newly turned vampire once you start feeding on her you will not stop.’ “Don’t worry aunt Clotho. I have never felt an urge to drink blood. I just used to drink thinking it as a juice” Ethan said “It is not that easy Ethan. Alice is a fairy. A fairy and a vampire have a quite unusual bond between them. Though both belong to different worlds, fairy blood attracts vampires, and once a vampire drinks fa