Vampire Heart Him Novels & Stories

"I don't want to lose what I have with you, my children, my family. Babe, this is my life. I never accepted that, but I do now. This is who I am. I am a Vampire." I could see the relief fill him. "I am happy you see that you are not limited by descriptions and titles. Just as you are trying to show Ran. You are who you are based on here"—he pointed to my head—"and here"—he pointed to my chest. I kissed him. "Thank you for sticking by me even when I was impossible." "I could not have done anything less." ~*~

“But I guess we can try to get to know each other a little better-” Before I could finish, he yanked me into his arms. My eyes widened and my face grew hot. I let out a small whimper, which made him loosen his arms around me and I pulled slightly away to look at him. His normally cheerful hazel eyes had changed their color to a darker shade. I gulped. “I said t-try knowing each other first!” I cried out in alarm. My hands flew to his chest to push him away but it was futile. Damn pureblooded vampires!

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

' 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 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,

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.