Vampire Biting Novels & Stories

“Blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you understand?” Kristi blinked once. “Good. Can you feel anything? The cold? My hand on your arm?” Kristi blinked twice. “Do you know what happened to you?” Again, Kristi blinked twice. “I have an idea what it was.” Jenna lifted Kristi’s long brown hair away from her neck and spied the two dry, puckered puncture marks. “Just as I thought. It seems you’ve been bitten by a vampire. You know what vampires are, of course?”

If he is truly a vampire, will he perish? Vincent took another book that almost wrote a similar thing about sucking blood creatures like vampires. A person transforms into a vampire within several hours after being bitten. Annoyed and half-angry, Vincent closed the book. “I have to prove that I am not a vampire." Vincent stood up quickly and packed up his books. He walked out of the room to find Zachary. Inside the church, Vincent was stunned, looking at the altar of prayer. In front of him, Zachary was reading gospel verses to some members of the congregation. Vincent slowly crept in among the congregation and listened.

Alexis passed the baton to me with a slight inclination of his head. "We bite people," I replied. "Willingly." For the most part. "We have willing human donors who allow us to drink their blood in exchange for better health. You see, our bite can make a human turn into a Vampire if…well if we allow the human to die first, and if they take some of our blood as well. But for humans our bite is like medicine." I didn't say that our bite was also like a powerful drug. He didn't need to hear that. King remained quiet.

so. This frustration and helplessness made Phoebe burst into tears, she cried pitifully in Harvey's lap and then drank his blood again. Until Phoebe calmed down, Harvey still did not push her away but still held her in his arms to comfort her, Phoebe was no longer biting violently but slowly licking his wound. Phoebe licked the blood cleanly and gently without causing Harvey to feel any pain. Vampires can make their prey unable to escape so that every time they bite their prey, the Vampire's mouth will release a liquid-like anesthetic that makes the prey feel no pain.

"Zander I don't know why I feel this way, I mean yesterday when he kissed me I bit his lips in disgust, even though I thought he was handsome, but that was it. But today when I saw him I wanted to be near him, I needed to touch him and then I needed to kiss him and I don't know where these strong feelings are coming from all of a sudden." "Thank you for telling me Kitten, but that is not your fault. It's his bite. A vampire's bite not only contains the venom to poison or change a person, but they also have pheromones that will have their victims thinking that they are in love with them. That is why vampires are so dangerous. They draw you in, using sex, lust and desire. Now you know not to l

As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver. Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to? "You're sweet..." My eyes were getting blurry. I can no longer see his face. I tried to slap him, but the last thing I saw was his lips with traces of my blood. "You're a vampire..."

she growled at him, preparing to hit him again, and he smiled at her. “Damn, you got quite a punch,” he grunted, and she glared at him. “Trust me as much. I enjoyed giving you a nice bitch slap. It was for your own good,” Dorin told her as he rubbed his stomach and glared at Bianca. “Lily, if you need blood, tell me. It’s too dangerous for you to feed like that. New vampires kill their prey more often than they don’t because of the high fresh human blood gives them,” Dorin explained.

I asked, my curiosity piqued. He took a deep breath. “The process starts with a bite, usually on the neck. It’s not just any bite though—it’s a special one that leaves a mark visible only to other werewolves. It’s like a supernatural tattoo, saying ‘Back off, this one’s taken.’” I shivered involuntarily. “And does it… hurt?”

The scent of ozone vanished, replaced by the hot, metallic stench of his breath. He didn't speak. He just hissed, a long, rhythmic sound of grinding teeth, and leaned down toward her throat. She could feel the sharp pressure of his serrated teeth against her pulse point”a cold, stinging bite that promised a slow, agonizing erasure. Cattleya pushed against his chest, but he was unnaturally heavy, the strength of the vampire prototype surging through him in his final, feral frenzy. She closed her eyes, the cold bite of his teeth drawing a bead of blood, and prepared for the end.

"I'll kill an immortal ancient." Before anyone could react, Blake sank his teeth into Virex's neck and bit down hard. But this wasn't the refined bite of a vampire feeding. This was savage and brutal, more like a wolf tearing at prey. Blake's jaw worked as he ripped flesh and muscle, his enhanced teeth shearing through supernatural skin that should have been impenetrable. Virex's scream filled the evening air, a sound of pure agony that echoed off the rocky walls around us. But worse than the scream was what began happening to his body.