Vampire Romanc Novelas e Histórias

his world. 23rd Imperial Year? The first Imperial Year started when the First Vampire and His Human Queen ascended the throne. The First Vampire King... Wait! This is the Royal Library then this journal... This journal belongs to the First Vampire King! That portrait... The portrait belongs to the the First Royal Family of Eleneas. The forgotten name of The First Vampire King was Cassian Daniel Devin. The last name should have made it clear to me but guess I just didn't want to. My eyes then fell down to a journal which was neatly placed beside the one that was now in my hands. Placing the journal back on the desk, I picked up the one placed beside it.

I just woke up one day with a handsome vampire by my side, offering me a contract marriage. I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. ******

you. I am sorry buddy. I can't help you" The Vampire frowns hearing her. He goes near her and asks her "May I help you miss. You are wounded" The girl gives him a small smile and shakes her head in no. He looks at the dog and asks her "Is this your dog?" The girl shakes her head in no. She tells him "He is not mine but I wish he gets a owner" The Vampire asks her "Why don't you take him with you. He seems attached to you" The girl smiles and tells him "They are the faithful animals Sir. They get attached to people easily. They will be forever with you if you feed them once" The Vampire nods hearing her. He asks her "What happened to you miss. Why are you wounded?" The girl smiles at him and

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

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 fate sisters were explaining, Clotho looked at Ethan and warned him “Ethan it might happen that when you both will face Sandra, Alice can get injured and starts bleeding. You will have to control yourself. You might feel like feeding on her blood but this will weaken her and the fact you are a newly turned vampire once you start feeding on her you will not stop.’ “Don’t worry aunt Clotho. I have never felt an urge to drink blood. I just used to drink thinking it as a juice” Ethan said “It is not that easy Ethan. Alice is a fairy. A fairy and a vampire have a quite unusual bond between them. Though both belong to different worlds, fairy blood attracts vampires, and once a vampire drinks fa

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

My eyes shot wide open before he pushed me back down. "Have I made myself clear?" He spoke as if he was daring me to say no. I nodded to the best of my ability. He had made himself completely, unmistakably crystal clear. "Good," He chuckled as he leaned down towards my hip. I again squeezed my eyes shut as my entire body tensed up. His hand moved my shirt out of the way as his teeth scraped against his chosen area. "Relax, dear." He spoke lowly with a hint of sarcasm, his hands pinning my legs down onto the bed, "It's only a vampire bite."

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

Rice herself wrote several more books in what subsequently became known as the Vampire Chronicles, some of which were later adapted for film. The vampire as a misunderstood romantic hero picked up steam in the later part of the 20th century, particularly in the United States. In 1978 Chelsea Quinn Yarbro began publishing her series of Count Saint-Germain books, the main character of which is a vampire of moral character whose bite is an erotic experience. In many tales vampires are characterized as promiscuous, their appetite for human blood paralleling their sexual appetite. In 1991 Lori Herter published Obsession, one of the first vampire novels to be categorized as romance rather than sci