Vampire Heart Him Novels & Stories

' He switched off the lamp and lay back. 'I feel so lame for hoping for something' Vivian thought. She turned her back towards him and he turned towards her. She could hear his breath on her neck and feel his heartbeat on her back. 'Kirito's heart,' She thought as she closed her eyes 'It beats for someone else, I know that. I know that I should not do this but, I can't listen to my heart. And my heart hates me' - To be continued

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

This was about her, all this, and I couldn't put my chance of getting her back in harms way because of my pride. I slowly lifted my eyes and turned to Elton by my side, our eyes locking. I gave him a sharp nod. And in the same breath— We moved. I twisted violently, catching the vampire’s wrist before his fangs could sink in, snapping the bone of his wrist in one fluid motion. Then, I turned and drove my arm forward… My hand plunged straight through his chest. My hand closed around his heart and then I ripped it straight out. His heart came free in a spray of dark blood.

"We can't kill him!" Damn, Dean had never seen a pureblood vampire before, a true immortal they were impervious to death even by beheading or magical weapon. "We need to remove his heart from his body!" Lachie yelled. "Quickly!" Dean baulked, as Lachie looked at his arm meaningfully. Dean grit his teeth and stepped up to the vampire, lifting his formidable clawed hand. The vampire locked eyes with him, hatred filling his glare as he bared his teeth. Dean drove his hand into the vampire's chest, cracking through ribs easily and tearing them away as the vampire screamed, not in pain but in fury. Blood sprayed out everywhere as Dean exposed the chest cavity and then grabbed a hold of the vampir

He says, his eyes meeting mine in the rear view mirror. My throat gets dry as my brain tries to fill in what could come next. He must have been with hundreds of women! Or his previous girlfriends were supermodels and he really isn’t attracted to me at all! I feel the tears welling up already as he gears up to break my heart. “I promise I won’t freak out” I say, as though I can control when I can and can’t freak out, as if I wasn’t freaking out already. He nods but can see my unease, he furrows his brow, “are you sure?” He turns to me again. I swallow and clear my throat “I promise” I say strongly. “I’m a vampire”

He knew everything I needed because, our hearts beat as one. “You hold onto your feelings a lot, don’t you?” He muttered to himself. “I can’t have that anymore, Christine. We are a team, remember?” I nodded, my fingers tracing up the sleeve that he had meticulously rolled up his forearm. It was hot as hell seeing a dark shirt on this gorgeous vampire, rolled up, a bit messy than his usual.

He lived in a world filled with black and white, without a simple colour that seemed to be calling out to him. It is unbelievable that he is able to show those emotions, that is to show happiness and love once again. The cold, selfless, strong, fearless Prince of the vampires. I remember the day he was transformed into what he is now. I could see him living in quarantine, demolishing all kinds of hindrances in his way. He did not care for humans or his own but deep down everyone could see he was in pain. It was visible to the caring eye that he was a master of loneliness. He relied on driving everyone away but when he met Lara he seemed to have found the other part of his soul. He was happy,

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.

Grey's assistance came through by holding Scar's hands behind him leaving me with an opening to rip his heart out. "This is for my daughter you piece of shit!" I said, harvesting his heart and tossing it on the floor. I watched the color drain out of him as he fell to the floor and froze up before breaking up into dust. We had just won the battle and we were celebrating victory when Vladimir stepped out of the shadows. It was almost like the vampire king had somehow reincarnated. He walked down towards us calmly but I could feel my pack mates on edge. "It's alright," I said. "This is Vladimir I spoke to you about."

She used his confusion to rip out his almost dried up heart. The vampire's mouth froze in an O, while his red eyes bulged. "You filth." He hissed, dropping to one knee. "Did you get what you want? Was that what you expected?" Hayley kicked at his body, causing one of his arm to break off and crumble as if it was made of chalk. "So fragile." Hayley smiled, squeezing his slowly beating heart. "You don't even know your own strength. Kill me now and there is no turning back."