Vampire Obsession Novels & Stories

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.

The sounds of obscene moans and whimpers filled the space. Myra could only watch, as if transfixed by the scene of over a dozen naked vampires all engaging in an orgy. Her gaze fell on a large male, his hands bound with a white cloth, as a huge brown-haired male thrust into his mouth. A woman straddled him, her teeth sunk deep into the muscled male’s throat, suckling his blood and arousing him. As she bounced on his cock

Ara was a ball of sunshine before his arrival and now had reduced into a victim. Jenna gripped her drooped shoulder in a tight hold, making her look up into her eyes. "He'll kill you if you wouldn't," Jenna said in a serious tone. Ara's face paled with dread. "He is obsessed with you, Ary. He wouldn't let you go ever. I have seen the way he looks at you. He thinks you belong to him," Jenna said from her own experience. She internally shuddered, remembering her own past. Obsessive men are more destructive than a mad animal. They don't know the limits,"

I asked, half-annoyed at his confession. His eyes widened in fear, though he seemed more focused on his own worries than on the immediate danger. "I went on blind dates and to bars. I swear I didn’t sleep with them, but both women were found dead the next day. The cause of death was the same," he said. This isn’t just a serial killer; it’s someone with an obsession. "I’m worried, Cassie. What if you’re the next target?" Derek’s concern was genuine, but I reassured him that I could handle it. We are magical beings with strong defenses—vampires are created by dark magic, and we’re blessed by the goddess.

She’d escaped before he could really taste her, before he could make her belong to him now whether she liked it or not. He’d been so close. He could still smell her on his clothes. The obsession growing in his chest for weeks was threatening to eat him alive now. She was more powerful than he’d realized. More dangerous. That just made him want her more. Jonathan was still staring at his ash-covered hands when he heard footsteps approaching from outside. His head snapped up. Fangs extended on pure instinct. The footsteps got closer and Jonathan caught a scent that made his lip curl back. Someone was stupid enough to walk into a room full of vampires who were one wrong move away from a massacr

The huge offer today, it all clicked into something darker. “He apologized,” I whispered. “Said he’d back off.” Damon’s laugh was bitter. “Apologies mean nothing when he’s still digging. This guy isn’t just interested, Eve. He’s obsessed, collecting pieces of you like some fucking trophy.” Lily fussed in my arms, sensing the tension. I rocked her automatically, but my mind was spinning. The deal suddenly felt poisoned. Tempting as hell, but wrapped in something I didn’t want anywhere near us.

Damon shouts, no longer able to hold back anymore. "Damon..." "So you're damn right I'm scared. But not because I love her, but because I feel so much more for her. And I would better drown in my own obsession than put the weight of those feelings on her." "So you're gonna push her away." "I'm not pushing her. But I can't get into this knowing I have to compete with her mate. I can’t compete. That night… I really wanted to kill him. Not because he was an ass or a danger, but because I wanted him dead so she can be mine. I wanted to kill her mate. This is not love, Diana. It’s a selfish obsession that I will not drag her into."

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd noticed. I took another sip. Then I froze. The glass stopped halfway to my lips. Across the room stood a man I hadn't seen in years. My fingers tightened around the glass. No. It couldn't be. But I knew that face. I knew those eyes. I knew the scar above his eyebrow. My breathing became shallow. The music around me seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of a locked door slamming shut. Hands. Cold walls. Dark rooms. Laughter. The smell of sweat and blood. Voices telling me I had no choice.

There, his fangs pierce my skin at the same moment he drives particularly deep inside me, his cock hitting that sensitive spot again and again. “Draven—yes!” I moan, raw ecstasy exploding through me, his vampire venom flooding my veins from the bite and turning every thrust into liquid fire burning through me like gasoline. I can smell the metallic scent of my blood as he drinks deeply, groaning against my throat while his hips keep snapping relentlessly against mine. Blood play during sex always does this to us, making everything more addictive and irresistible. “You are my obsession, little flame,” he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his lips stained red with my blood. “This ti

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.