Vampire Mermaids Novels & Stories

Calen was a benchwarmer on the university swim team, someone who never actually competed. The captain, Karl, was everything he wasn’t, a campus golden boy. Three records broken. A new girlfriend every other week. One night, Calen realized he’d left something behind and went back to the locker room. That was when he heard it. Ragged breathing. Strained, barely held back. And beneath it… the slow, awful sound of metal bending under pressure. He pushed the door open. Karl stood with his back to him. His bare muscles writhed beneath his skin, moving wrong, his spine standing out in sharp ridges. His fingers were dug deep into the steel locker, nails tearing through metal, leaving long, brutal gouges. The air was thick with the smell of blood… and something wild. Predatory. Karl snapped around. His eyes burned gold in the dark. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and when he bared his teeth, the canines were far too long. Far too sharp. He ran. He barely took two steps before something crashed into him from behind, slamming him to the floor. Karl’s weight pinned him down, his body radiating heat… too hot, almost painful. A low voice brushed his ear. “You saw something you weren’t meant to see.” “I won’t say anything….” Karl lowered his head, his nose grazing his neck as he inhaled slowly, deeply. “…You smell fucking irresistible.”

The night I came of age, the vampire prince Damon couldn’t wait to drag me to his bed. He took me with a desperate, wild hunger that lasted all night long. My body ached, but my heart was full. I’d been his blood servant for ten years. I thought he was finally ready to give me the Embrace, to make me his forever. But after, as he held me and talked on the phone with my foster brother, I heard Marcus ask him in Latin, “So, Master, how did my little sister taste? You know how many men would kill to be in your place? They all think she's a goddess.” Damon's lips curled. “Not bad. A little green. Not nearly wild enough for my tastes.” Marcus laughed. “Well, she's been hopelessly devoted to you since she was a kid. Never even dated.” Then Damon’s voice lowered. “Don't tell Serena about Elena. I have to marry a noble vampire like her in the end, and I don't want her upset.” “A little human like Elena… she's just good for practice.” But Damon didn't know I'd secretly learned Latin just to feel worthy of him. Hearing that, I didn't say a word. I just quietly changed my college application from the University of New Orleans to my dream school, University of Oxford.

“Lay back for me, darling,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning my earlobe, and making me squirm with anticipation. The risk of what we were doing, the fact that anyone could walk into the tent and catch us red handed, made my pussy throb. He trailed his tongue down my belly, stopping above my clit. “Say it, Marguerite. Beg for it. What do you want?” He asked. I gasped as he ran his tongue over my clit, and my body trembled. “You,” I moaned. “Good girl.” He smirked. ”And who’s the best biker?” He questioned. “I am.” I replied, just as his tongue pushed into my pussy, stealing my breath away. *** After stumbling in on her boyfriend having sex with another woman, and sacked from her job, popular biker—Marguerite Kasper—ends up at a club in her quest to vent out her anger. In her brokenhearted haze, she has sex with a hot stranger at the club. She finds out soon enough after a new student joins the biking academy which she attended, that the stranger might be the fuel to her flame, and also her nemesis.

For you who like hot and steamy werewolf romance story, this novel will blow your mind... Sabrina, a Crimson Witch who was reborn, but lost most of her past life's memories must be caught in the middle of a power struggle between Werewolves and Vampires. David, the prince of vampires, has been waiting for the incarnation of the Crimson Witch to complete his powers and destroy all Werewolves on earth. Meanwhile, Andrei the werewolf finds out that his intimacy with Sabrina can revive his strength which he has lost since his Luna died. Both men use their power in the modern world to achieve their goals and make Sabrina their own. David, who is the CEO of a well-known company, and Andrei, the mafia boss, compete with each other and make Sabrina's life even more complicated. Sabrina must try to bring back the memories that have been haunting her mind and control the power of fire, which she sometimes cannot contain. On the other hand, she couldn't resist David's charms and really enjoyed Andrei's prowess in bed. What will Sabrina's fate be at the hands of these two supernatural beings? To whom will Sabrina's love be anchored? What will happen when Sabrina's memories as the Crimson Witch come back? Find the answer in this novel.

In a world where mystery blends with supernatural powers, the girl Iris suddenly finds herself in a strange place, far from her normal life. She does not know how she arrived at this place, nor does she know those around her, but a strange feeling haunts her: that there is something within her that is different from other humans. Its prelude is a gateway to a new world, where nothing is familiar, and every step reveals depths she never knew about herself and others.

It was true. We never know what we have until we lose it. Seven years ago, I'd found the perfect woman who accepted me for who I am. She didn't care whether I was a Vampire King or not. She had served me faithfully. She was the only person who didn't fear me. And she was Kate, my secretary. We were different. The ones who served me couldn't accept her. They call her the only rock among the diamonds in my treasure box. But I adore that rock. When my 'rut' came, our relationship had been put to a test. Something happened between us. And then she disappeared the next morning. Seven years later, we met again. I found out that we had a baby together. I was happy. I thought it was my chance. She had changed. From the rock she used to be, she had become a diamond. She glowed. And I loved her. I'd found something more addictive than blood itself. It was Kate, my cure, my addiction, my lover. But the cure I thought became my poison later on. Kate lied to me. She was the Queen of the Hunters whose mission was to kill me. In this twisted fairytale, when the Vampire King and the Hunter Queen meet in the battlefield, where anger, obsession, and betrayal rules, should we kill each other? Or should we save each other? I am Zachary Collins, the Vampire King. And this is my story.

How much for this temptress?” Beta Daniels asked causing me to flinch at the name. “ 100 jewels.” Came a voice from someone sitting up front. “200.” Came another voice. “500” Hollered another. The room was silent for a moment. “500 going once, 500 going twice, Sold to Lord Issacson,” Beta Daniels announced. I felt my heart skip a beat. I had been sold. “ I want her.” Came a loud snarl. Everyone in the crowd grew silent. “Your…Your highness.” Stumbled Beta Daniels, bowing down onto his knee. “We weren’t expecting you tonight.” “ I want her,” the Vampire King said again. “She is mine.” “But your highness. She’s already been sold.” Beta Daniels spoke timidly. “ I don’t care. I want her.” He responded. “ What the king claims, the king gets.” There’s talk around the supernatural community that Nikolai, is growing weak without a Queen by his side. As the king of vampires, the ruler of the supernatural world, who has been on the throne for a millennium, he would never fall in love with a blood slave he brought from a slave auction. Wouldn't he?

A woman alone in a man’s world. In a time and place where it’s difficult for a woman to live alone, protect and provide for herself, Angelica must find a provider and a protector after her father is accused of being a traitor and executed by the king. Now known as a traitor's daughter, she must survive in a cruel world ruled by men, and in order to do so she ends up seeking protection in a man feared by everyone.

Violet eyes with piercing sight. Mane of gold in pale moonlight. Skin so hard and lily white. Voice so soft, yet filled with might. He comes to me in the dark of night. Flash of teeth, smile so slight. There is no fear, no need to fight. In his embrace, I crave his bite. -S.R. Michele, or Shelly to those closest to her, is a typical 21 yr old, trying to find her way in life. She has good family, a close circle of friends. She's outgoing and friendly, and a bit reckless and impulsive sometimes. And she has certain gifts...when she touches things, she can see into the past, she can feel what was felt by others, and she can sense things before they happen. Ok, so maybe she's not so typical. An impromptu trip to New Orleans, a party on Bourbon Street, and an attempted assault in a dark alley lead her into a world she didn't know existed...but one she's not afraid of. She doesn't know if the violet-eyed stranger that comes to her rescue, and follows her home, is a friend or a foe - and honestly, she doesn't care. Once you've had a taste of the darkness, it's hard to pull away... **** This book was written in the late 1990's - early 2000's, and originally published in 2004, under the title: Diary of a Vampire by S.M. Royston. It was my first book, and it wasn't long until I came to hate it! (Please, don't look it up - I promise you, it's terrible) So here we are, years later, and I've decided to throw out my original work, and re-write it. Because I'm the author, and I can do that. The story, characters, and settings are the same - but the writing style is different, and in my opinion, much, much better. I hope you enjoy it. ****

“Did you do as I said?” He murmured darkly, eyes slowly running over me. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice laced with shame. Although not enough to stop me from spreading my legs wider before him. His jaw flexed, a low growl escaping his throat as he lowered himself in front of me. “Show me. I want to see how you touched yourself that night.” “Right now?” I hesitated. “Yes. Right now.” He pushed forward. “I want you to take two fingers to your mouth, lick it slowly, take it all the way down there and show me how you made yourself cum. Everything.” I swallowed, my face burning red as images of that unholy night flashed in my mind. I licked two fingers as he said, trailing it all the way down to the already sleek folds between my legs. Then I dug in, the sleeky sensation pushing my eyes close. “Open them. I want to see.” My eyes managed to part, closely followed by my mouth. My folds grew slickier the more I worked my fingers in, drawing low cries from my lips. I had to close my eyes. “Open.” He growled, rising. We locked eyes, as I widened my legs, intensely flicking my wet mound until I began to feel my legs twitch. “Do I stop? Tell me what to do,” I cried. He said nothing, just sipped the wine in his hand while I continued to pound myself deeper, crying and unwilling to get to that point as I wanted him to do it himself. I needed his fingers to replace mine. To show me how a big, bad wolf tamed his prey. Finally, he set his glass aside, leaning downwards. “You really did your assignment. Now let the king give you a fitting reward.” He smirked.