Vampire Love Stories Books Novels & Stories

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.

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It wasn’t clear to me why I felt a twinge of guilt, just seeing it. “Chasing down the Vampire. Stopping the reign of blood.” She read, pointing to the title, and subtitle. “Oh. What’s it about?” I asked, a little awkwardly. “It’s a vampire who suddenly went crazy after tasting blood for the first time.” She replied, and I scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said, snatching the book from her hands.

For you, my love. I tilt my face up and meet Chrys in another kiss, and this time the kiss deepens even further than it did earlier. Vampires don’t need to breathe, but still I begin to feel breathless. His hands cradle my waist at first, but then they begin to stray, cupping lower and lower until he reaches the hem of my skirt, lifting the thin silk and caressing back up beneath it. I push him away when I feel his thumb push under the edge of my knickers.

"With time, we'll get used to them." When we got home, I told Mom the stories the gas man had shared, but she shrugged it off. "It's just a harmless superstition, baby. Nothing is happening here. Can't you see? This place is amazing." Well, I guess she was right. But the way the townspeople told the stories, with wide eyes, and hushed tones.... it made it feel like more, than just bedtime stories. But despite all that... I never believed in monsters. Ghosts? Maybe. Witches? Of course. But vampires and werewolves? Please.... what a laugh. I may have a flair for the dramatic, but I had my limits.

Then the touching love story of Tatiana who sacrificed love for Kevin who was still in her womb because Kevin was the fruit of her love with Sam. I was stunned when I thought of Sam. He died and was destroyed while helping Kevin to kill a monster vampire created with the blood and soul of the person, namely Aqra and his body belonging to Tatiana. The short story is Tatiana's sister and for the sake of her forbidden love she tries to become a vampire monster by drinking the blood of the pure vampires she catches and Cerlon makes the vampire an eternal blood bank, well where the vampire's blood can only be drunk by the Mirror itself.

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

I gratefully let it sweep me under, unsure if I’ll be able to walk out of here whole. I blink awake at the crack of dawn with my face to the ceiling, recounting the last events of my downturned life. From being snatched off the road by a raving animal, to being claimed by another. Mate. Just one word and it makes my blood boil with deep-seated rage. Reading about fantasies must have knocked me upside the head so bad. I must have been a fool to wish for a love like in those fantasy books? Twenty-four year old and I can’t distinguish lies woven into literature.

Marisol’s eyes go to Cleo’s round belly, a sudden thought causing her to pause in her drinking. Marisol had studied humans to an obsession and knew that a human can hemorrhage and bleed out very quickly when pregnant with a normal human fetus, and that risk was nearly ten times more when a vampire fetus is concerned. She also remembered an old vampire wives' legend that states: for vampire couples that are having trouble having a Vampire can, by using the pure, innocent blood of a Dhampir to paint certain ancient symbols over their wombs and having both male and female drink that same Dhampir blood, conception was heightened to near guaranteed.

But I saw it. She turned, finally looked at me. Eyes dark. Careful. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh come on.” I pushed off the bed, walked over, grabbed a cookie even though I wasn’t hungry. “Christopher. The quiet one with the hood and the murder stare. He’s a vampire, right? Don’t lie. I already know.” Nicole’s jaw went tight. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.” “So that’s a yes.” I took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip. Good, actually. “He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?”