Vampire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

I've always admired her, but is this what I wanted? " Please do." I said. She pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck. I wasn't expecting that from Lindi. I thought she never liked me and here she is, kissing me like I meant a lot to her. And then I kissed her back. *** Hi, this is my first vampire romance book and I hope you'll like it. I'm not perfect 'cause there might be flaws. Also this book was previously named KISSES.

“If you learn only one thing about the nature of a true vampire, learn this... we are highly sexual. It matters not to the majority of us if our partner is male or female. We enjoy it with both.” “I enjoy it with the male!” I said. “Hmm,” she mused. “I wouldn’t have guessed that from your display earlier.” I could feel my cheeks turning scarlet. “Never mind my frigid princess,” she said in a comforting tone. “I’m teasing you. Vampires radiate a sexual energy that humans can rarely resist. You never stood a chance with me.” She pulled me up into a sitting position and lifted one of my abundant breasts. Her thumb caressed my nipple as she said thoughtfully, “If you survive the initial cou

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.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

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.

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.

Oh … His bloodied wounds hadn't completely healed. And even though they weren't visible beyond his clothes, the smell of his recent bloodletting was unmistakable. My nostrils caught the faint scent that I had become accustomed to; sex, blood, and werewolf. Shit, vampires were notorious for knowing when you've had sex and now they knew that we'd spilled each other's blood. Yes, I was not happy about announcing our freaky sex, but more importantly, werewolf blood was a delicacy to vampires.

"With time, we'll get used to them." When we got home, I told Mom the stories the gas man had shared, but she shrugged it off. "It's just a harmless superstition, baby. Nothing is happening here. Can't you see? This place is amazing." Well, I guess she was right. But the way the townspeople told the stories, with wide eyes, and hushed tones.... it made it feel like more, than just bedtime stories. But despite all that... I never believed in monsters. Ghosts? Maybe. Witches? Of course. But vampires and werewolves? Please.... what a laugh. I may have a flair for the dramatic, but I had my limits.

Consume. The first scream came before he even realized he had moved. A servant ran past, wide-eyed, screaming. Alvar swiped without thinking, claws raking the man’s chest, shredding the fabric of his uniform, tearing flesh, leaving blood dripping in streams. The wolf roared in triumph, urgent, wild, hungry. ‘Yes. Yes. Yes. Taste the fear. Smell the blood. Feel the power. Let me out.’