Vampire Novels Romance Novels & Stories

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

As soon as he fell asleep and stood well, his eyes closed and said . - "Same Sms." Rihanna understands nothing. He looked at him with empty eyes and felt him. Slowly, the eyes open and feel. He got the same smell in that white veil. Which was read in the palace of Vampaya. He is out of his house. Even if hope is turned into despair, he does not have the doubt about Rihanna. Who is the girl surrounded by this beauty? What is his real identity? Feeling cut off the phone and move forward to Rihanna's feelings ....

After finishing that mythology book about wolves, I had researched online and found an entire collection of dirty, smutty romance novels about werewolves, especially alpha wolves and I might have… touched myself while reading a few of them. A few tense, silent moments passed between us. Heat built between my legs as I thought back to those books the violent, vicious nature of a man who grew claws and canines during a full moon, the possessive claiming and marking of another, the pure aggression every wolf carried. Fuck. They were all made-up stories, yet I could not stop thinking about them. The truth was I kind of wished Professor Vance would snap, show me his canines, sink them into my nec

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,

He said between gritted teeth. "I am new here. I was brought here yesterday night as a prisoner." I answered. "Oh, okay then..... Why does every where smell so tasty." He said as he sniffed the air around me. "I don't smell anything." I said also sniffed the air. "You are human right?." He asked me "Yes." I said as I moved back wards in case he was a vampire. "Did you put your blood into a book to read ?." He asked "Yes, just to know about vampires who are Vegetarian's."

"I should have realized. You have the temper of a redhead." She gave him a wry look. "I had every right to be furious." He shrugged. "Vampire sex is overrated. This…" He glanced down at his fingers entwined in her curls. "This is much better." He slipped a finger into the moist cleft. With a gasp, she started. "Oh God, what you do to me." She pressed a hand to her chest as if to ease her breathing. "You don't… make me react like this, do you? I mean, last night, when you were in my head…"

IF THE MATE BOND HAS BEEN STRENGTHENED TO NEAR COMPLETION BY CLOSE PROXIMITY BUT NOT COMPLETED A REJECTION MAY CAUSE THE WOLF TO DIE IF IT ISN’T STRONG ENOUGH. This information is a little unsettling, especially the warning at the bottom, I am no werewolf but our connection has been there since she was 7 and has only gotten deeper over the past few months with her shift and everything that has been happening. I then switch to the Vampire book and find the section that I require and then read. (EXTRACTION FROM THE BOOK OF VAMPIRE) REJECTING ONE'S BELOVED - VAMPIRE TO VAMPIRE. This is very rare a Vampire rarely finds their beloved.

I, in turn, grew used to glancing at him before making a decision. One night, in my study, we had been discussing the terms of a partnership as usual. Our eyes met without intention, and silence settled between us. With the instincts vampires are born with, we both understood it clearly. We were drawn to each other. Riven suddenly asked, “What was the place you grew up in like?” His tone was calm and direct. He never circled around a thought, never picked up the affectations common to vampire nobility. That straightforwardness always put me at ease.

“You’re nothing but trouble, sneaking in here when I didn’t give you permission.” “I know.” “I came here to get away from you. Figured you wouldn’t come looking.” “I know.” “Do you know why I’m hiding from you, Ria?” He pushed my hair to one side, leaning over until his lips hovered right above my neck. His breath along my flesh sent shivers down my spine, my back arching and grinding against his hardened length beneath me. “When vampires drink, it elicits arousal,” he muttered lowly. I gasped when his teeth scraped against my throat, right over the artery. “We prefer to drink while we fuck, and the scent of your blood…”

I grimaced at all the utensils at the table, remembering yesterday’s calamity. “How did the session go yesterday with your stepmother?” “As well as expected, I guess. Didn’t she tell you about it?” He cleared his throat. “The queen and I don’t share sleeping quarters.” He whipped his napkin over his lap with a flourish. I didn’t question him. Maybe that was how things worked with a royal vampire couple. Werewolves that were fated mates always shared sleeping quarters. They found it difficult when not near each other. Being a vampire, bitten by a werewolf, and having not died, I wasn’t sure if I could form a fated mate bond. I hadn’t when Andrew linked to me. I hadn’t felt anything. It made m