Vampire Cookie Novels & Stories

For Addie. "Please...I will do anything you want, I swear..." her voice was so weak now, sounding so defeated. He skimmed his nose against her neck and deeply inhaled, growing even more mad with lust. Want. Need. Hunger. "Please..." Do it. Do it. Do it. His vampiric senses screamed at him. For Addie. For her peace. "Please!" The girl mewled, breaking into another sob in his hold. He let his tongue out and licked her skin, eliciting another one of those wanton little moans of hers. It sent an impulse straight into his cock. Making it twitch in his pants.

Chocolate is humming as he picks up a paper from the bowl and reads it out loud "Who would you like to kiss in this room?" Caramel's eyes widens at the word before Ber snatches the paper from him and scans it. Coco scoffs, taking it back "It's what in the paper, dum dum" Then he turns back to his brother "You don't have to answer it, sweetheart. One glass of Coco's Cocktail would save your soul" As if those words, Coco's Cocktail, wakes him from his jittering, he quickly shakes his head and says under his breath "V-Vanilla"

Making me shiver and he thinks it's because I feel good so he fondles the other breast and rolls my nipple. The magically created bond makes me moan at the sparks that crosses my skin were we connect. "What's your name" I almost pant my question at him. "Taro" He answers and smile and kisses me hard on my mouth and I gasp when one of the vampires pinch my clit. He puts his tongue in my mouth and he explore my mouth and I can feel he is becoming aroused and I think of ice, a lot of ice. The door opens and my sister practically screams. "Stop"

She also had never engaged with a human or any other sifter before, so she did not know how to distinguish between the different races. “What do you mean?” Alinta asked nervously. “Apologies. Let me introduce myself. I am Dacian Cojocaru, a vespertillio,” he said with a smile, revealing his long canines. “Vespertillio? That means bat in Latin; he’s a vampire. Cool!” Angela exclaimed, intrigued. “Oh! I guess I can ask you the same thing then, seeing Mercurysburg is werewolf terrain,” Alinta said, now feeling more relaxed.

Cookie cursed him. Wilson had no time to start exchanging words with her so he pushed her to the wall and started kissing her roughly. From her lips to her neck whilst his hands searched for trouser buttons. She struggled to push him away but his weight on her was much. She took to screaming so he concealed her mouth with his hand. Cookie began thinking of her next move. Luckily she saw a vase flower that wasn't far from her reach. It was on a table just close to where she stood. She picked it up and swiftly did what she thought was best; She broke his head with it.

“And want to know another fact?” Elijah pulled out her knife from his wrist. After that, she crouched down on the floor and flipped the assistant at ease. She leaned into his ears and whispered. “The coated knife with the three ingredients can’t save any vampire. Including your lord.” The assistant’s eyes started to quiver, the blood spilled off his mouth. “And another fun fact, you will have a scorching fire death. Why? Because your core is melting as your death draws near. Good night. Sleep tight.” She rose to her feet. “May the horror visit you.”

Leevon questioned easing up the conversation. “He is fit and fine. Plus, he loves mother so much that he always finds ways to hold her back.” She replied chuckling and letting out a low and warm laughter. In that process, some tiny chunks of cookie got struck over her lips. The sun was still up. It was early in the evening. Her angelic face looked prettier under that dim sun-light. Although she was a vampire and restrained being in sun-light, but a dim one didn’t do any harm. Leevon felt the urge to kiss her. Without thinking anything, he landed his lips over hers and licked the cookie chunks biting over her lower lip, earning a faint hiss from her. Feeling proud over the fact, he deepened t

I raised my eyebrow at him. “That’s all, but seeing your little party, I brought you a little something… special. A drink.” He pulled a small bottle from out from his coat, “a vampire’s kiss. Cranberry, raspberry vodka, black raspberry liquor… I’m sure you’ll like it.” I took the bottle as he held it back, it wasn’t a big bottle, probably only 10 ounces. “Thanks, I guess.”

The air inside was warm, a little heavy with the scent of mint and something faintly sweet. I moved to the living room and sat on the far end of the couch. She didn’t join me right away. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the dark trees. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay.’” I waited. She let the curtain fall and turned toward me. “You’re a vampire.” I nodded. She didn’t flinch. “And Sienna’s a witch. And Isaac too?” I nodded again. “Same as me. Just more annoying.”

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo