Vampire Obsession Novels & Stories

After saying all this, Gramson left with the unconscious girl in his hand. “Fuck! Today, I almost had snapped that woman's head off. Something is wrong with me. It only happens with rogue vampires. Hm! I think my vacation must end now. It's time for everyone to welcome their one and only king but before that, I have to go to the red river fair,” Gabriel mumbled.

“It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?” “Just woozy. My workout was intense today, and I haven’t had dinner.” Red appears on his face as he looks around and sees the wide-eyed girl who’s gaping at us. His eyes lock with mine. “Damn, this is embarrassing.” He rubs his cheek and huffs out a small laugh. “Nice slap.” I smirk. “Sorry. Don’t be embarrassed. Once a lizard got in Vampire Bill’s cage and he eviscerated it piece by piece. All I could do was scream, and when he ripped its head off, I keeled over like a piece of fluff in the wind.”

She tried to wave the dust away, but it made it worse, and when she was waving the dust away, she felt a wetness. The wetness felt warm at first, but it quickly turned cold after a few seconds. The wetness felt thicker than water, but it has a smooth feel to it. When she waves her hands over to the tiny light source coming from the gaps, she can see the red. Blood, not hers. But who was it? Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and she knew that it was his blood. Dripping out slowly from Yang Tian-Xu’s stomach. His blood had poured out onto her once blue dress, tainting it into a dark violet.

“Hmm… His Majesty is better than he in any way. You’re on our side, then why are you so scared?” “Are you kidding me? You haven’t seen the looks in that vampire’s eyes. Zev looked handsome despite called a ‘demon’, all right. But Victor doesn’t need to be called a demon or anything as he would just put them to shame. He’s more than that! He’s…” Layla was trying to find the right word to describe Victor’s appeal to her. However, her vocabulary was limited that she could only settle for the same word over and over again. “Obsessed,” Lucian mumbled. “You mean to say that he’s obsessed. Aside from being cold-blooded, the vampire lord believed that he could get anything he wanted. Including you,

Not that it will help, since he’s a hybrid Lycan. After ordering a bourbon from the server, I sit down and observe the cattle rolling in. Every woman looks the same and they all want the same thing; it’s even more evident when you’re a vampire. You can smell the lust coming off them in waves and if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a needy, easy woman.

“You’re sure we can’t do this without, Father?” “We can, but it will take longer. I don’t think we have time. Look over there.” A hunched over, emaciated vampire skulks out of the shadows. He’s naked, his skin an unpleasant greenish colour, we can hear his moaning and groaning, the grumbling of his stomach, the stink of his rotting corpse. He’s practically a zombie. As we watch, he grabs one of the humans and sinks his fangs into the woman’s neck. When he’s done with her, he drops her and moves on to find another one. “What is wrong with it?” Luban asks.

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

"I love how fucking confident you are. Of course, Damon will always save your ass from me or anyone but trust me when I tell you that it won't be for long. Very soon, he'll tire of you and he'll discarded you like you filthy humans discard toilet papers." It was my turn to laugh. "I don't see where I said I really cared if he got tired of me or not. From the looks of it, he's the one obsessed with me," I cocked my head to the side. "Isn't it called obsession? What Damon has for me? He's so obsessed with me so he keeps me locked up in here so I can't escape. I bet you wish he did the same for you to. I bet you wish he stressed over you the way he has been stressing over me since the first day

Damon looked at him as he bandaged his hands. "I am not like you, Mikhail... I can't be an animal with my woman. I'll rip myself apart if I hurt Mira, she is my wife." Mikhail looked at him amused. "Be careful, Damon... You are obsessed with her and your obsession can be lethal for both of you." "My obsession is better than yours... I can burn down the world for my woman and you___" He shook his head. Mikhail chuckled and filled the syringe with liquid. "I know! I know you are not like me... But you need to get a grip on yourself, brother... You have to control your obsession before it starts controlling you..."

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.