Vampire Romance Books Adults Novels & Stories

The room fills with the wet sounds of it, the slap of skin, the low curses and the softer words that come after. “You feel that?” Jace grits out. “How tight you are for me? Fuck!. Stay open.” “He is open,” Riven answers. “He is ours. Keep taking it, Elias. You were made for this pack.” I come a second time untouched, body locking tight, a broken shout muffled against Riven’s cock. Jace follows a few strokes later, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a raw groan. Riven pulls free of my mouth and finishes across my tongue and lips.

He looked composed and calm, narrowing his eyes at her, he didn't say a word. Her eyes. They were too captivating. Too rare, and for the first time Vampire king did want someone to keep staring in his eyes. _____________________________________ I'll be pasting the warnings in the coming chapter related to the story's genre and the contents inside. This is about Vampires, supernatural away from humans, so I'll be making them way more brutal and animalistic then my normal dark romance books, so be ware and better read my warnings first. Till the next adios

Damien stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me perfectly. The candles around the room flickered faster, as if the air itself was breathing with us. Damien silver eyes glowed brighter in the dim light, almost like moonlight trapped inside them. He didn’t move right away. He just looked down at me, one hand gently brushing hair from my face. “You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The house… it’s alive tonight.” I could only nod. My body felt electric. Every slow pulse of his cock inside me sent ripples of pleasure through my core. It wasn’t just sex. It felt like something older and something hungry.

I did a little more research in the back of the book under the heading for the other decent or species section for mates. That vamp king actually stole Seraphina's heart and not just her wolfs, the mate bond is more for the wolf but when two different species are involved you have to take into account the human half not just the wolf. If the human half loves the same mate as her wolf that is the definition of a true soul mate. The other thing was in the subheading for vampires, when they mate they form what is called a mate blood bond which is much stronger then a normal mate bond. Its where they exchange blood during the mating process. He has some of her blood usually from the mate mark an

He wanted his lips on hers badly. He wanted to remove his arousal. For a second, seeing Jack hovering over her he lost his brain cells. He was ragging in anger badly. But after meeting her dark brown eyes full of innocence turned him a jelly right away. He forgot everything. Only those luscious trembling lips of hers invaded his mind... His lips moved roughly on hers. She flinched feeling his cold fingers caressing her stomach. Damon instantly thrust his tongue devouring her mouth mercilessly. His beast was awake.. He wanted to rip her apart. And thats what he was doing..

He immediately tugged me around his arms and kissed me. It was like a dream for us. Never knew my life could be this adventurous like a story I have read in Dad's library. Life with various challenges and twists I faced made me strong enough to know myself and fight for my love. Even after a decade, we are still together with our pretty girl and handsome boy. As we dreamed of, we had our separate world where he and I were together with our baby boy and girl, half-wolf and half-vampire. Thanks to Dad and Karien, there was no conflict and crisis among vampires and werewolves. The contract had been made, a blood contract, not to harm each other in the Blackwood and GoldenWood forest.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

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.

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.