Vampire Girlfriends Novels & Stories

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

They giggled. It wasn't just brunettes in her group. Another slim but short girl with a short haircut was looking at us with a bored expression. She was in love with black. Everything about her, her clothes, nail polish, hair, eyes, her backpack was black, except her pale white skin tone. I could tell her heart would be black too. There were two boys, tall, broad, and muscular. One of them was curling his muscular arm around Pixie's neck. He nudged his nose on her cheek. that made her smile. The second one snarled showing his fangs. My eyes dilated seeing them. He's a vampire. His smirk told me that he saw my emotions. "What are you waiting for? Go show us your talent." Darkice's girlfriend

LIAM You know what's funny about having a girlfriend with such superpowers? She can be our knight in shining armor and we are the damsel in distress but mostly, she can be the witch in every Disney movie who can bring us into the most unexpected place, just like now. We are in a place where a battle is happening or I don't know what kind of war it is because the werewolves and which I assumes are vampires not even hurting each other and they seems like in some kind of friendly battle, that's really unusual to be honest because as far as I know, werewolf and vampire are mortal enemies.

She let out a small laugh, "I got so deep in denial that even when you first kissed me I doubted what it meant because it still seemed so impossible. It still seems so impossible but it feels so right." I sat next to her on the bed. Although I was beyond excited to hear her words, I understood her toll of doubting everything up to this point and being unsure of this. "I want to be with you in that way. I want everything that you offered. But-" she turned away, her brows drawn together. "But?" I questioned, worry quickly filling my mind. "But you're a Vampire." "Yeah?" "And I'm a Human." "And?" She looked at me like I was missing something.

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?” A few scattered chuckles. But the room remained otherwise quiet. “Oh, I don’t have a problem,” she said, eyes flashing. “It’s Damon Voss who has one; a big one, too. Taking a shifter girlfriend to prove he wasn’t like the rest of them—to prove vampires and shifters could actually stand as equals.” Her lips curved, her sneer turning into a sickly sweet little smile. “It’s almost admirable.”

protested Lola with a hardened jaw. "The fanged gods can not be fooled, I need to take you back or risk your life." Erin shook her head. Duncan asked in desperation, "What about my sister? She is dying." "Not yet, I slowed down the process more," Lola assured him. Erin took her sister back home, leaving Duncan and Lara. "They smell nothing like us," Lara remarked. "They are vampires," Duncan answered, and Erin flinched, chest heaving. "How on earth is your mate a vampire?" Lola managed to ask weakly.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.