Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It will be a fight to the death. "We know where the vampire girl is. And if you wanted, you would leave us alone. I do not want anything to do with you, as I am not your mate," I say. "I am not so sure that I am interested in the vampire girl anymore, although she is the child of my sister and my niece. I am much more interested in you, my beautiful Tamara," Vladimir says. I am starting the think he is a real asshole as he does not seek peace. I glare at him as I am furious.

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

A whimper escaped me, and I brought his arms around me to hold him closer. I wanted to know he could hold me closer. I clenched my eyes shut as I laid kisses onto his bleeding eyes and gripped his head close to me. I held him to my chest and heard as his chest heaved up and down. I found myself wondering for a short moment if vampires were able to have panic attacks. "They were cruel to do that," I told Sol assuredly. Above all else, this was one thing I knew with my entire being. No one should have to experience their loved one dying such a gruesome death.

The look in his eyes is completely replaced by that of a bloodthirsty predator. “Lorcan!” Fear as well as excitement engulf me. He is a freaking vampire. His eyes reveal everything. “Move Verena Layton.” He growls, his fangs growing. “Please. Please move out of my sight. I beg you.” “You are a…” I pause. “...vampire.” “YES, I AM A FUDGING VAMPIRE!” He growls, his voice strained with self-control. “GO AWAY BEFORE I DRAIN YOU!”

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,

When we are close, or in the same space, we have to have contact, or it just feels wrong. “It’s not my fault. My mate has me stuck in eternal haze and I think I’m broken… or else, it’s the vampy in you, all seductive and dazzling with your special gifts and you make me want to hump you five times a day.” “Hmmm” I respond drily. He makes this Vamp joke often enough. In the grimoires in the halls under the homestead we found a whole lot about vampires dazzling humans with a need to have sex with them. While under their spell the vamps could feed not only their urge for blood without humans resisting, but their sensual natures ad their craving to screw everyone. Vampires are apparently as horny

“DON’T YOU DARE TO CALL MY WOMAN THAT, YOU FILTHY VAMPIRE!” The vampire gets back up, even though he is still tied up. “Hahahaha...glory and power to the great Vlad!” The vampire said with a burst of laughter and lashes out at Darren and manages to injure his arm. I blink at the sight of Darren’s blood. “Hahahah....you useless dogs never can....” He shouldn’t have hurt my Darren. My body is now wrapped in black souls and my eyes are completely red. “Darren...blood...death!” I throw myself at the vampire and hit him violently and said, “You could have run away...it was better...but hitting my man...is digging your own grave!”

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."