Vampire Bite Piercing Novels & Stories

His lips pressed against my pulse point, right where the blood was racing madly beneath my skin, and then, his fangs pierced my flesh. I braced for the pain, but it never came. Instead, a blinding, euphoric rush of warmth exploded outward from his bite. It didn't hurt; it felt like liquid sunlight pouring into my veins. I gasped, arching against him as a brilliant, metallic silver light actually began to glow beneath my skin. It traced from the puncture wounds, spreading outward like delicate, glowing roots, shifting and curling until it formed a perfect, intricate crest on my neck: a crescent moon tangled with a wolf.

"Why have me sign that contract and stay here?" Federico couldn't tell Hailey the truth—that he believed he may carry his chosen blood. That's what made her special. Every vampire had their own unique chosen blood—blood that was more flavorful and powerful to that vampire. The odds of finding the exact carrier were incredibly low. That's why as soon as Federico suspected Hailey might contain his chosen blood, he had insisted she stay by his side. But Federico couldn't just keep Hailey as a blood pet—not in this day and age. With social media and how much more advanced police gadgets had gotten, that would almost certainly lead to mortals uncovering the truth about the existence of vampires.

And the slam of the door behind me hopefully lets those two dead bodies inside understand that as well. I make it home in record time. Even though no one was staring at me through their car windows and no one is out on my neighborhood streets, I still tug at the collar of my dress to hide the bite mark on my neck. Its throbbing feels as if it were sending out some fantasy sign to flash above my head. Look at me. Look at me. This one got bit by a vampire.

My canines were growing in my mouth and I couldn't wait to leave my mark on his neck. One bite will make him mine. I bite lightly into his neck, feeling his skin deform slightly between my teeth. Slowly, I increased the pressure until my canines pierce his veins. As the first drop of his blood reached the tip of my tongue, I felt a pleasant shiver running through the depths of my soul. This was a signal of confirmation. We are MATE for 100% sure. Just as I was about to apply more force to Wyatt's skin, I heard the belt snap. By the time Wyatt's scarlet eyes met mine, I was already pinned beneath him.

The ear piercing scream of a woman floods the air, the crackling thunder above barely concealing the banshees scream. Immediately I head towards her, she didn't see me coming for if she did she would have ran away. Stepping behind her I wrap my hand around her throat, my fingers cutting deep into her flesh. She gasps and grips my wrist trying to pry my hand off of her. I just laugh in her ear like a complete psychopath, the vicious glint in my icy electrifying blue eyes petrifying the vampire. I look at her, watching her eyes as I dig my fingers deeper, and in one quick pull I ripped her throat out. Enjoying the blood curdling gargle right before her eyes drained of life and she fell to the

she screamed at the peak of her pleasure. King Alaric withdrew his fangs and casually dabbed the blood from his lips with a tissue. The girl was panting, dazed, and trembling. “Now leave us,” he ordered. She stumbled away on wobbly legs. “How…?” Will managed to ask, still shocked. “Vampire bites bring pleasure,” Alaric explained, sipping his drink. “Usually, we bite during intercourse. But since I’m engaged, I had to settle for this.” “Does it work on everyone?” Daniel asked, still reeling.

"I didn't complete it, because your body needed to adjust. The ritual is like a blood transfusion between two people until their blood mixes completely." She swallowed at that. "I-I don't understand." "My bite mark left scars, hasn't it?" he asked her. She flushed, shaking her head. He smirked before he showed her his wrist that was now healed into a scar. "Because these were the wounds that were passing through our blood during the ritual, they will be the only wounds that will scar on our vampire bodies." "Why?" She swallowed, gazing at his wrist.

His piercings were like tiny, pleasurable, cool ridges on his dick, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting through me with each thrust. “Fuck, Evelina…I can’t go back to condoms after this,” he moaned into my neck, lips brushing against my marking spot. I gasped at the sensation that set my nerve-endings on literal fire. Oh fuck I needed more. I wanted him to bite me there. To make it hurt and feel good at the same time.

“Your dad fainted. I’ll explain later. Right now, help me by preparing warm water and towels. After that, call the cottage staff, quickly!” I couldn’t bring myself to tell Lizzie the full truth, it would only shock or overwhelm her. As I laid Declan on the bed, I examined the vampire’s bite mark on his neck. Two tiny punctures, so small yet almost fatal. My fingers pressed gently against the pulse on his neck, so faint it was barely perceptible under my touch. ‘Moon Goddess, I need a doctor, and fast.’

He begins, hooking his finger under the spaghetti strap of my gown and tugging it off my shoulder, “Cam only be exchanged between true lovers or mates" I gulp, I must say werewolves are more complicated than I'd thought. “Mark how?” “It’s a bite, right here.” His traces a finger over the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “A deep bite, one that leaves his scent permanently on her skin.” “It – doesn’t hurt right?" I fret as my heart rose to my mouth. Damian laughs, a dark, husky sound. “No Gloria... So far it's true love and true mates... Then we're good to go"