Vamire Romance Novels & Stories

Then that enormous tongue flicked out and stroked the front of the vampire's cum-soaked panties. "Oh, God!" Shamira said, actually trying to back away for a second, then hear a low growl. Renata didn't want her to move. 'She's not really going to --' But the thought was cut off as that head dipped again and licked at Shamira's sex. 'This is so . . . so wrong,' she thought, even as her body was saying it was so right.

I’ll call her young Vireya, the version of me who didn’t yet know what it meant to be cursed, to carry destinies, or to war with gods. She wandered through the woods, humming softly to herself, until she stumbled upon someone broken and barely breathing. Zevarion. He lay crumpled against a mossy rock, his form bloodied, ethereal light barely flickering around him. He looked otherworldly, even in pain, he was bleeding but no blood, it was a golden liquid. And yet, young Vireya didn’t hesitate, she didn’t flinch at his strange appearance. Instead, she ran. She sprinted home and returned with a wooden cart, the wheels creaking, her breath heaving.

He knew their paths would diverge, their destinies forever apart, but the memory of their intimate encounter would forever be imprinted upon his immortal soul. With a final, longing glance, the vampire silently departed, melting into the shadows with a blend of longing and melancholy. Amira stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open, as if awakening from a dream. A radiant smile graced her lips, unaware of the nocturnal visitor who had gifted her with an awakening, both sensual and profound. ________________________________

I asked "I was punished for trespassing this land and I promised my life time, instead of being killed." She said "Where is this place and why can't I escape." I asked getting a little bit scared of not being able to go home forever. "This is the empire of vampires. Vampire realm. It is covered with a magical force field, which will not open unless he wants you to do so and once you do. You will drop died." My new maid said. "Wow, he is indeed evil." I said

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

Damien's POV The ride home was silent. Not because I had nothing to say. Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Maria's face. Not the bruises. Not the torn uniform. Her eyes. She hadn't looked relieved when I arrived. She'd looked... Defeated. As though she'd already accepted that no one was coming for her. Then came her words. "I hate you." They echoed through my head with every passing mile. By the time the palace gates came into view, I already knew.

Amber was sitting in the wheelchair, her heart was thumping inside her chest with anticipation which was weird because she has no romantic feelings for the Vampire King Vladimir. He was just a silly crush Amber had kidnapped from his Kingdom. Amber inwardly winced at the memory. Dark Gods! She was so stupid back then. But why was she suddenly so eager to see Vladimir? "Should I warn your boy toy that the rules around here had been changed?" Rome asked. "I would suggest you shut your mouth around him. That will be more convenient for everyone." Amber shot him a glare over her shoulder. Rome was wise enough to shut his mouth.

Her hands wandered across his back, clawing lightly. "Dante. Dante." She moaned his name, the walls of her sex tightening around him. He grunted, speeding up a bit more, squeezing her hand. "I love you, Willow." He moaned, kissing her as he released. She moaned against his lips as she came with him. There was a spark. It started out small until it flared out in all directions. Not just within himself, but he can feel it in her to. Magic that was buried within her, once locked away was now flowing freely through her. As he pulled his lips away, gazing down at the woman beneath him who in return looked back at him with vibrant, glowing purple eyes.

Ember whispered, “Who are you…” Then Raverine rushed to lick the blood from Ember’s cheek. Raverine moaned from how satisfying her blood tasted on his tongue. Raverine drew his mouth closer to her ear and answered her question, “I am a vampire.” Then Raverine rushed to step away from Ember for he might lose control and bite into her neck. Still processing the unfathomable things that she is hearing; Ember leaned her head against the wall. “I…” Ember heaved out a heavy sigh, “Am I dreaming still?”

Hoping she could tell him something at least. Although he could tell that Valeria was not like Victoria or Lindsey. She was a fragile human being. As expected, Valeria had no idea. Valeria shook her head and narrowed her gaze again. "My name is Winston Hound. I am the vampire Master from Rome. And I am the man you are fated with. I am your mate." Said the vampire master standing in front of Valeria. Valeria's eyes widened as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She was staring into his eyes while breathing heavily. She never expected to be with a vampire master. But she was somewhat happy knowing that her mate was a vampire master. That too a man who looked like a Greek God. Looki