Vampire Obsession Novels & Stories

"Don't leave me... please." Iris's breath trembled. That voice... She had never heard it from him before. The voice of a man who had completely fallen apart. She took a step forward unconsciously. Then— Gabriel suddenly lifted his head. His eyes met hers directly. And at that moment... A terrifying chill ran through Iris's body. Because his gaze was not normal. It was filled with frightening madness. Possession. Fear. And pain so intense it made her chest tighten. He slowly extended a hand toward her.

She asked in surprise looking at the dead wolves all over. Cathy was still crying over June's body. I still had the heart of the wolf in my hand. My eyes were emotionless. I was standing still. I crushed the heart that was in my hand. They were shocked by looking at the havoc that took place a few minutes ago. "I can't believe it. Don't tell me she killed them alone?" Lia asked with surprise again. "But how can an omega kill the general of the Sapphire's base? And these many wolves alone?" Dylan examined one dead wolf and stated.

But what Noah felt now was no longer just obsession, it was anxiety. Because Noah knew exactly what would happen when a new vampire began to lose control of his thirst for blood. And they didn’t have much time left.

Considering the fact that his step father was in his hands, she must be more careful to avoid displeasing the bipolar five-star general. After what happened when he bit her, she woke up the next day without the mark of his fangs. She just realized, he already bit her more than once yet the next day, her wounds would disappear. Do vampires care about the wounds that they make to their victims? Or is it because Diamond is not a full breed? “I called you here to clean, not to stare at me.” She was instantly disturbed by Dye's sudden interruption. “S-sorry…” She mumbled and started to organize the documents on the floor.

I couldn't ignore the ominous feeling that the outcome would be far from favourable. As I reflected on the unfolding events, the truth became clear—I could see the disaster looming ahead. My fears intensified, especially with Chester and his ruthless ways in the picture. Among vampires, he was the cruellest, driven not only by bloodlust but also by a thirst for power and manipulation. He held dominion over his coven, reigning above all others, and his life revolved around enforcing his rule.

He only wanted her and only her. How could he be so blind all this time without knowing that this girl was the right one! He was strangely attracted to her body... her smile, her personality... HER... Was he doing something forbidden? Yes, he knew it, but he couldn't help it! It wasn't because werewolves were always hot, but because this envy of her became like an obsession, like torture to him. It looked as if Hayley was smiling in her sleep, which melted Dylan's heart, and he shuddered.

He loomed over her, his expression ice cold. Is this how he claimed his victims. Is this how they crumpled and caved? Claiborne seemed to exert an invisible overwhelming pressure. She felt small, cornered, and overpowered. A small rodent in the clutches of a deadly viper. “No,” Edwina whispered. She let her gaze drop to his lips and breathed in his scent. Mint, bourbon, and a hint of the tea he had been served in the Blue Room. She wanted to lean forward and let that scent surround her, but with a burst of willpower, she dragged her eyes back to his and continued her rebellious glare.

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

‘O’Brien…’ (Your Majesty… What can I do for you? ‘Did you approve access to the MoonGoddess library? And has a sprightly little Omega she-wolf turned up at your borders?’ (‘You know our rules, Your Majesty. No one is allowed access to our library without your Royal seal of consent… Concerning the she-wolf, give me a moment…’) The other end goes quiet for a moment before Elder O’Brien returns. (‘Sorry, Your Majesty. But no one has approached our borders for quite some time, especially not any she-wolves.’)