Vampire Body Fantasy Novels & Stories

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

"I mean… Sorry, I apologize. But I think it would be best if you reside here for the time being. I… I would appreciate it." I blinked at the situation that had just occurred. What was running through this vampire's mind when he looked at me? At that moment, I was attracted by his beautiful eyes, forgetting he was a dangerous pure-blooded vampire. I couldn't help but take a step toward him. The overwhelming urge to be nearer to him somehow grasped me. It hooked me tightly in a way I had never experienced before. Surprisingly, I brought my hand up to his face and traced the smooth skin there.

He closed his eyes and imagined the beautiful redhead with hypnotic green eyes was in front of him instead of this annoying vampire. “Ahh...ohh...yes...don’t...stop…” Mirabella panted before Sloane pulled her hair back, exposing her neck. He inhaled her scent then whispered in her ear, “shut the fuck up…” She was ruining his fantasy. He didn’t want this cold creature in front of him. He wanted the warmth and curvy body of the human to be bending to his will, giving him everything she had. As he was about to climax, he bit into her neck, extracting an orgasm from her. Feeling her walls tighten around him, he groaned. He pulled out and spread his seed all over the back of her dress.

The darkness was no hinderance to me, it hadn't been ever since I became a vampiress. The steps led to an open room. There were some tunnels akin to corridors that looked as though they contained individual cell blocks. But the open room held bodies, chained to the wall with thick black shackles. I had the feeling they contained magic too, keeping wrists and ankles permanently fixed in position. The vast majority of the bodies were headless. Theron hadn't been kidding. I walked forward, taking in the sight of the bodies, the clothes ripped and tattered, stained with the blood that had dripped from their necks, before crusting over and drying.

My power that will grant you your deepest desires. A black substance started to filter through the heart, spreading like ink until it was completely engulfed by it. The rot was replaced by the stench of brimstone and sulfur as he took it into his hands once more. The blood that it had taken it, dripped from his fingers as he raised the heart up to his lips and bit it. It was tougher than anything he'd ever bitten into. He chewed on the muscle, the black ink-like matter seeped into his skin, spreading like a virus through his body. He could hear soft laughter deep within his mind, but it was easily drowned out by the dark power that coursed through his veins. There was a humming in his ears a

Not odd, but almost foreign. Vampire bodies never decay, because they were immortals, at least, their bodies are, nor did they have scents like shifters or any other creatures did. Their bodies worked differently than hours. The only thing they felt were hunger and lust, real fucking cold-blooded killers. So the chance that the scent belonged to a vampire was pretty damn low. There was a shifter element to it – that familiar musk of earth and animal, the tang of adrenaline that all of our kind carried. But it was twisted, warped with something else. Something that made the hair on the back of our neck stand up.

I let myself fall again. Down. Down into the limitlessness. Power met me like an ocean swallowing a stone. It surged through me, vast and golden and unbearable. My feet left the ground. My body rose without my willing it. Light burst from my skin. And when I opened my eyes, the world had shifted. Everything was cast in gold. Every heartbeat was glowing. Every shadow trembled. I could see the corruption threading through the earth beneath the vampires’ feet like veins of rot. I did not waste time. This body had limits, even if the power did not. With a sharp motion of my hand, I summoned wind.

He was too big for one hand, and I let out a soft moan as I ran my palm along the length of him, each inch fueling the fire that burned within me. The mere thought of him filling me, stretching me, made my entire body pulse with need. My hand pumped along his length, slow at first, savoring the way he hardened even more under my touch, the sounds he made sending a thrill through me. I was wet, soaked, my body already more than ready for him. “Take more, vampire,” I moaned, my voice a low, throaty whisper, tainted with desperation. “Drink from me. Claim me. And fuck me until I can’t think.”

It was so sunken in, he looked like he had been starved for a month. He didn't realize how fragile a vampire's body actually was once drained of blood. Without blood, it quickly feeds off its own body, much faster than a human or any other being. He trailed his finger down the side of his face then along his arm that was wrapped around his waist before he heard the light knock at his door. He pressed another kiss to Azrael's forehead before carefully slipping out of his arms and out of bed, then wrapping a towel around his waist so he could answer the door.

The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip. She finally realized the worth of her words on the night of her escape. Yes she has brought the vampires to their knees and made her people happy but her happiness went along,it vanished into thin air and this made her shiver. .. .. “Arise,arise” the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live.