Vampire Romance Books Novels & Stories

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath: Vampyre and Werewolf Mate Bonds.

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks. Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind a building, moving so fast that it was just a blur. Helena reacted on instinct, whipping out her silver blade and charging towards the vampire. The two engaged in a fierce battle, their movements too quick for the human eye to follow. Helena felt the cold, dead fingers of the vampire closing around her throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until she could feel the life being choked out of her. With a fierce determination, she managed to break free, delivering a swift kick to the vampire's chest that sent him hurtling backwards. She stood over t

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

Sighing, I crawled under the sheets and stared out at the dark, starry sky. I wonder if half vampires also have mates? Will I know who's mine when I see him? *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!

It wasn’t clear to me why I felt a twinge of guilt, just seeing it. “Chasing down the Vampire. Stopping the reign of blood.” She read, pointing to the title, and subtitle. “Oh. What’s it about?” I asked, a little awkwardly. “It’s a vampire who suddenly went crazy after tasting blood for the first time.” She replied, and I scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said, snatching the book from her hands.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.