Romans & histoires Vampire Love

Lamia said, preparing the injection. "I love you, Lamia. I don't regret this life as long as I have you." "I love you too, honey." After the injection, the two vampires embraced, their kiss turning into a savage exchange of blood that only their kind could enjoy.

“It's hard to believe, I know, but I did tell you I've never felt this way towards any woman before. I grew up in an era where it was sacred to remain chaste till you are married, so, I never got intimate with any woman. Ever since I became a vampire, I often wondered if there was a positive side to my predicament and the only positive thing I could think about, was falling in love. But after a century, I started to wonder if it would ever happen, until I met you. Then, everything changed. I started to feel things I'd never felt before and I just knew that it had to be you.” “You're in love with me?” I asked. “I adore you, I want to protect you, I don't want to ever see you get hurt, I think

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

"No, no. I didn't say that. Kang was turned, but he wasn't turned by me or my friends. He was turned by the dead ones" "What?" "We have all become vampires through one circumstance or the other, but we are different in a certain way. Newly turned vampires are called Newborns. Then, there are the dead ones. These vampires are the ones that have completely given in to their thirst of blood, such that they have become slaves to it. The third kind of vampires are referred to as the golden ones or the royals. There are only a few of us left. Royals have lived for centuries and are the oldest kinds of vampires. We still need blood to survive, but our thirst do not control us"

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

He scoffed, turning away. "Love is a distraction. I'm at a crossroad where love is only seen as a useless, weak and ridiculous emotion. Vampires see love as a virus that infects the host's senses and weaken the mind. So no. I'm not in love with you. I like you, I like how you fit so perfectly with me, I like it when you smile and more importantly, I love how good your blood feels." She rolled her eyes, "I hear ya. And no, we definitely do not fit. Not down there,"

I tightened my grip on Celeste's hand, silently promising her that we would face whatever consequences awaited us together. "You dare defy the sacred laws that govern our kind?" his voice thundered, reverberating through the chamber. "This love between vampire and human is an abomination that cannot be tolerated." Celeste's voice quivered, a delicate balance of defiance and pleading. "Our love is real, forged through shared experiences and a connection that transcends our differences. It may defy your laws, but it is pure and true." The vampire elder's eyes narrowed, his face contorted with rage. "Pure and true? Love is but a weakness, a vulnerability that can be exploited. Your actions thre

She told him without hesitation. He looked at her, surprised. “Why vampires? They feed on human blood and are cold-blooded murderers.” He told her. “Not all vamps are murderers. Some feed on animal blood and some feed on human blood that was donated.” She told him with an offended pout. “But would you date one?” he asked her. “Absolutely, that is, if he loves me.” She told him with an excited grin, “Vampire are very affectionate and loyal to their partners and who wouldn’t want a guy who loves you unconditionally.” She told him.