Novel & Cerita Vampire Romance Books Young Adults

KATERINA Just as I reached the next set of lockers, I froze, almost as though on instinct. My spine tingled the way it always did around unfamiliar vampires, and the scent of vampire invaded my nose, but this time ... there was something strange about it. Mixed with the sharp, pungent vampire scent was something unmistakably pleasant, almost resembling honey as well as spicy perfume. Slowly, I turned toward the lockers, totally unprepared for what stood in front me- or should I say who stood in front of me. The strangely pleasant-smelling vampire seemed to be observing me carefully as he peeked through his long, dark lashes and leaned against one of the lockers. He had a perfectly placed smu

I added, tugging the book back towards me. I flipped through the pages, careful not to tear the fragile paper, and then I spun it back around so that both Skye and Kathrena could see. “Here. Look, it says about balance. It talks about Light and Dark Vampires, even, and says that in all things, there is balance. But not everything is balanced within one species, like with vampires.” “Well, what does that mean?” Skye frowned.

He asked me curiously. "Tell me if I suck," I purred lightly. He blushed and nodded to me before he relaxed under me and kissed my lips again. I ran my fingers down to his pants and shoved them down so we could be equals. He gasped slightly against my lips and then kissed me deeply, pulling me close to him. I could feel his heart racing in his chest. I wrapped his legs around me and kissed him deeply as I started to rock my hips against his. He moaned and pulled back from my lips for air, blushing as he gripped my hair a bit and arched his back. I leaned back into the kiss savagely and let out a sadistic growl to mess with him. He tensed up under me and quickly pulled back from the kiss, loo

Nina made sure that her father was not aware because if he found out, he would stop them from leaving on their own. Slamming a book against the desk, Amaya groaned as she flipped pages and pages. She wished that she would find out anything related to the cure for vampirism in any of the long history books in their home. “I have searched almost all the books there and I have a lead,” Hadrian professed. “Being a vampire makes me read stuff faster.” “You have a lead and I have been struggling to find a clue in one of these old rusty books.” He could read the frustration written on her face.

His large, light brown eyes opened wide, and as she watched him, they changed color to a light green. Caitlin sat up straighter, and saw that her glass of red wine was still full. She took a sip, and it warmed her. She hadn’t eaten in a while, and went right to her head. She saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and she remembered her manners. “Can I pour you some?” she asked, then added, nervously, “that is, I mean, I don’t know if you drink—” He laughed. “Yes, vampires drink wine, too,” he said with a smile, and came over and held the glass while she poured.

Another reason he hated the nobles and royalty. “I prefer you, my dear, over that one. Experience over youth always wins in my books.” He congratulated himself on not cringing as he spoke to her wrinkled visage. Vampires didn’t age like other supernatural species or humans. They stayed young for hundreds of years. Only the told of their lives would add age to them. Or they’d have to be hundreds of years old before their aging became noticeable.

He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.

“The stores are still open. We could go shopping tonight instead of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders, walking beside her as she heads to the door. “Maybe pick up some dinner on the way to your place?” She nods her head in agreement. “Some burgers and fries.” “Whatever you want.” The mention of food makes me hungry as well, but her blood is useless to me now since it’s infected with vampire blood. Vampires bite other vampires as a sign of intimacy on a much deeper level than vampires biting a human. Therefore, that list of names is just as important to me as it is to Charlie.

He held them up and took note of the distance between them. A smaller bitespan than he would have guessed. It’s a she. The rogue vampire was female. And young. The teeth were not that deep. He placed his fingers back over the bite and closed his eyes. He tried to feel the nature of the blood, the nature of the vampire that did the biting. Finally, he opened his eyes wide in shock. He withdrew his fingers quickly. He did not like what he felt. He couldn’t recognize it. It was definitely a rogue vampire. Not of his clan, or of any Clan he knew. More troubling, he could not detect what breed of vampire she was at all. In his 3,000 years, this had never happened to him before.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.