Vamp Romance Novels & Stories

The kiss deepened, slow and tender at first, then hungry as weeks of unspoken longing ignited between them. When they finally parted, Junie pressed her forehead to his. “No matter what happens tomorrow… I’m with you, Rio Valentine.” “Always?” he asked softly. “Always.” The next night. Far off in the swamp, a line of torches appeared—Odessa and Claude returning with dozens of figures. Vampires of all kinds, ancient exiles with rune-tattooed skin, wild-eyed bayou predators, sleek city-dwellers with jeweled blades. Odessa strode into the camp, her dark gaze locking on Rio and Junie.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

“The stores are still open. We could go shopping tonight instead of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders, walking beside her as she heads to the door. “Maybe pick up some dinner on the way to your place?” She nods her head in agreement. “Some burgers and fries.” “Whatever you want.” The mention of food makes me hungry as well, but her blood is useless to me now since it’s infected with vampire blood. Vampires bite other vampires as a sign of intimacy on a much deeper level than vampires biting a human. Therefore, that list of names is just as important to me as it is to Charlie.

I just woke up one day with a handsome vampire by my side, offering me a contract marriage. I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. ******

I let out a sigh and tried to console Sophie. “I don’t think you made a mistake. I am sure Bernardo will understand,” I tried to assure her even though I wasn’t so sure. The Crimson Moon, like all wolves around the world, hated Vampires. The hate was mutual because vampires hated wolves just as much. Being mated to a vampire could lead to one being banished from the pack. I haven’t heard of anyone that has been banished so far. Maybe because no one has been mated to a vampire until now.

I roared, black claws slashing Marc’s chest as blood sprayed, hot and bitter. He twisted free, laughing. I lunged at Amanda and sank my teeth into her flank, marking her right there in the chaos, claiming her. Her wolf rumbled with a low growl, fierce and she didn’t pull away, her heat flooding me. “Mine,” I whispered, tasting her blood, licking her wound. Berlin erupted in flames licked the Gate’s base, shops blazed along Unter den Linden. I tore a vamp’s throat out, black fur slick with blood. Tomas yelped as Jake’s claws ripped his dark gray side with blood pooling.

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.