Vamire Romance Novels & Stories

Because her presence had stirred something I thought I buried long ago with my humanity. Desire...Hunger... Possession. And something far more terrifying: Love. I stood before the mirror. My reflection was faint, blurred, as it always had been. I hated this part of me. The beast that lived in my veins. I touched my lips. Her blood had stopped the spiral for a moment. I could think again. I wasn’t trembling anymore. But it came at a cost I couldn’t bear. I crossed the room and opened the bottom drawer. Inside, there were sealed vials filled with deep crimson liquids.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

I realised that it was a bad idea to know about his fantasies in the middle of class because, before I even knew about them, I was dripping wet and squeezing my thighs to suppress the intense sensation between them. Me: No. My Vampire: Are you wet for me, Mia? I became wetter after reading his message and shifted in my seat uncomfortably. ‘Fuck! What exactly is he doing to me? He's arousing me without even touching me. How is this even possible? And how does he know that I’m wet?’ As I wondered, my brows narrowed in confusion. Me: How do you know? My Vampire: I just know. He sent the laughing emoji. Me: I’ll talk to you after class.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

That vampire laying on the ground was the nobleman’s son, Remus. Afraid she would not get there in time, she shouted for the demons to stop. She did not want the vampire to be killed let alone her new fiancé. She had come to terms with the news of being given as a bride to the vampires. As the demons slashed at the vampire Vastria cried out to them, but they would not stop. This vampire was not fighting back. She did what she did not know she could do. Her arms extended, a burst of flame shot out and consumed the demons. The fire was blue, deep blue that quickly burned the demons to a crisp and ash that floated in the wind.

Violet. Within seconds I found myself being picked up by my shirt collar. It was then that I truly understood this wizard’s strength and power. He looked dangerous. His eyes had turned completely black and his lips curled into a sneer. “I do not like anyone associating with someone who has created havoc and misery in the past. You have no idea how he is toying with you. You think Myra will agree to be your mate if you make her forget about Damian? Wrong. She will remember at one point. You lost your chance.” I struggled amidst the humiliating words, my wolf snapping and growling. “I love Myra and unlike that vampire, I won’t leave her,” I leered.

"I... I, Mireille Mathieu vow to love my master's cock, cherish and adore his hot body for the rest of my life." Dante pulled out almost all the way and then slammed his cock back into her pussy. "Oh god! Again." Mireille moaned for more and Dante began fucking her pussy hard as he said his own vows to her too "And I, Dante Romano vow to love my slutty Princess' pussy, ass tits and every other fucking part of her body for the rest of my fucking life!" THE END

The elevator door slid shut before he could recover. She collapsed against the wall, gasping. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Through the closing gap, she saw him standing there. Staring at his hand. Then at her. His eyes glowed green. “Run all you want, mama,” he said. His voice carried through the metal doors like a promise. “I’ll find you.” The elevator sealed shut. Mireya slid to the floor, tears streaming down her face. She’d just burned a vampire. And now he wasn’t going to let her go.

Mira sincerely said to her beloved Angel who was taken by surprise. ‘Wow…she’s really something…’ “Mira, I…” Angel was about to say something to that but Mira put her index finger on his lips to hush him. “I, Mira La Croix, the vampire mistress of the La Croix clan and your lady boss from La Senteur and La Croix Commercial Building sincerely accept Angel Reeves as my beloved mate and no power of time or space can make me stop from loving you.” Mira sincerely accepted Angel for who he was. Angel felt their bond was already forming and it was making his wall melt a little.

Unknown POV As Ramon, the vampire lord, gently entwined with his sweet mate Jasmine, the room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through lace curtains. A tender chill brushed against their skin, heightening every touch and sensation. Ramon’s fingertips brushed lightly across Jasmine’s skin, igniting a trail of electric shivers that seemed to dance beneath the surface. His senses were heightened, and he could hear the soft rhythm of her heartbeat, feel the warmth spreading where their bodies met. Jasmine’s hands traced along his back, feeling the firm muscles that hinted at the power he held in reserve, yet was now replaced by a gentle, unhurried tenderness.