Novel & Cerita Vampire Romance Books Young Adults

She yells as loud as she can by my bedroom door. Shaking my head as I walk over to the place I was sitting in before, staring out my window, wishing things could go back to the way they were. " Well here are all the books I could find, I wasn't sure about this one though... it's about Vampire's and their mates, didn't even know they were lucky enough to have one, considering all the blood shed and carnage their spieces causes." She pops off scattering all the books onto my rose flower comforter covering my bed.

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

Casual questions, maximum sarcasm. To cousin Lila at breakfast: “Any vampires hanging around lately? Tall, fast, good stationery taste?” She choked. “What? No. That’s Northern pack crap. Why?” I shrugged. “Curious.” To a warrior during training: “Hypothetically, if a vampire saved someone from drowning, would he leave a note or just bite and run?” He laughed. “Vampires don’t save. They eat. Ask the North. Rumors say they’ve got one.”

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

“You smell like dark chocolate.” “Oh?” I frowned and looked up at his face. “You didn’t know?” “Vampires can’t distinguish other’s scents. To us, we pretty much smell the same.” He tucked a few stray strands of hair behind my ear. “But we’re also the most dangerous of predators in this world. Our scents are adapted to lure in our prey.” “And by prey, you mean innocent little girls with big blue eyes and short dresses?” I smirked. He kissed me instead, drowning me in a pool of sensation that made heat travel to my core, and parted only when I was limp and breathless. Then he whispered into my ear, “I think it’s time you find out exactly how I devour my prey.”

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

Even without the meteor shower, that night would have been fun. I felt a lot of things that I hadn't felt in a very long time. Things that I didn't even realize that I missed. And some things that I probably would be better off if I ignored. But, for now, I was sitting on my side of Nico's bed, looking through one of the books he had on vampire history as he sat on his side, looking through a book of his own. Of course, I had read about vampire history when I was in school, but none of them were from a vampiric author. Which really made a difference.

I was completely out of control. Even if Geo tried to resist, I question if he could have fought me off. He may have been a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but I had the strength and power of a newbie with sexual needs that demanded satiating. One of the things I’d read and heard about vampires in the folklore while growing up was that, for the first few months after their transition, the newly made vampire possessed incredible strength that would rival the oldest of vampires. This was one tale that proved to be true. I held Geo in such a vice grip and devoured his lips with such passionate aggression that he grunted in discomfort rather than the lustful ecstasy I was experiencing.