Vampire Romance Novels & Stories

Pulling my scarf down onto my shoulders, I wrap myself in it the best that I can and cross my arms to try and warm myself up. I have only been standing at the edge of the beach for a few moments. The familiar sound of being approached from behind tells me the King is coming. Keeping my eyes on the moon, I wait while he positions himself next to me. I can hear his uneasy breathing and feel the anxiety seeping off of him, and I know that my words affected him more than I would have ever expected. Sliding my hand from the tight position of my crossed arms down, I lace my fingers with his. The sigh of relief comes as soon as our hands tighten. “I am sorry. That was unfair of me.” The words of ap

I ha. ‘’You’re doing it again.’’ He said softly, gently tracing my face with his fingers. ‘’Doing what again!’’ I snapped. Because this was new territory, and I didn’t know how to act, I felt a strange kind of anger. ‘’ Stammering. Vampires can’t lie, and when you try to, the words only get stuck in your throat, making you stammer.’’

" I gripped my hands into fists. "One vampire, Roman, who was much older than I, had found his mate too just a few hours before I did. He was livid, trying to break free from the soldiers that blindly followed him." Christine reached out a hand, the heat causing my fists to slack, and her fingers intertwined with hers.

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. ******

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

She shrugged, “I don't know, I just thought being rich was another vampire trait, all the vampires I've ever read about are always stinking rich.” He chuckled as he answered, “Well, if you live that long and you're still broke, then something is definitely wrong. Most of us work different jobs in different places throughout our lifetime, gathering wealth over the years, that's why vampires are usually rich.” “Interesting. Tell me more about your book. What is it about and why did you lose your inspiration?” He had a faraway look in his eyes as he said, “It's a novel. A romance novel.” She raised her brows and gave him a teasing smile. “Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it a

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

I barely muttered. "Such a shame. Leading you on without telling you must be hard for you." " me?" "Yes. You are different, Katy. I can tell. You don't want what other girls want. You aren't satisfied and happy with just being his keeper, are you? No, you want more. So much more from him..." my heart skipped a beat when I realized what he was assuming. It's true. "So what happens if a vampire and human does fall in love? What are the consequences?" I asked ,wanting to know so badly.

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

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.