Vampire Romance Series Novels Novels & Stories

I replied and we began to walk. “So, I kept on reading these novels, and I found out there’s someone missing about wolves in all of them.” She suddenly said and I looked at her. “What’s that?” I asked. “They didn’t write that they drink blood once a week—the blood of young girls.” She said, staring at me straight in the eye. “Those are vampires.” “Vampires drink blood to satisfy their hunger, wolves drink to sustain their powers. If you ever meet a wolf, ask them.” She said and something about the way she said it felt ominous.

A few more times and she would actually be able to convince Horansi of the benefits. “It's a beautiful day isn’t it,” Careena whispered in a low tone, in King Horansi direction, noting the tension-filled and tight expression on his face as he looked around the arena at the citizens that were settling in their seats. Towards the left of the pavilion were the citizens of Lunera and sitting on the right were those of Blodinek, the vampires. Contrary to most belief that werewolves were more aggressive considering their nature, Vampires were the ones who usually became more aggressive the instant they caught the unique smell of werewolves anywhere close to them.

I had been careless. For the first time in centuries, I had been careless. Rose’s POV It was him. Damien. His hand was on my arm. His mouth— Blood. Fresh. Red. My mind cracked. “You…” My voice shook. “You’re—” He didn’t answer. Another wind rushed past me. The woman. She stood behind him now. Her eyes locked onto mine. My knees gave out. The world tilted. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Vampire. He was a vampire.

Raven couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay in store for her in this mysterious encounter with Adaora. As she reached out to grab the book, her heart skipped a beat. It was the one she had been searching for, The Night Watcher and The Vampire. She breathed a sigh of relief as she flipped open the book, eager to delve into its contents and find the answers she was looking for. The previous night, she had only briefly glimpsed at the title, without taking the time to look at the book's content. As Raven perused the pages, she couldn't help but notice that the vast collection of books that surrounded her were paranormal books.

Long nails slashed at their sides and bled them out for all they were worth. A sharp hiss rang out from them before a familiar grunt echoed in the room. I was momentarily distracted by Serin's grunt of pain, which allowed one of the injured vampires to bite down into my neck. I hissed at the sensation before ripping his head off and quickly making my way to Serin and helping him out. I hissed as the bite on my neck began to sting and hoped that the vampire that bit me didn't carry any infection. Hoisting Serin up by his hands, I pulled him up and along with me.

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

That alone told me this wasn’t just a boring history lecture anymore. “They’re often mistaken for succubi,” Melinda said. “But the Velari are older. And far more dangerous.” She started pacing the front of the room, her heels clicking lightly but the silence swallowing the sound. “They live in human bodies. Women, mostly. But they don’t feed on blood. Or simple lust. No, they thrive on emotional energy. Desire. Craving. Longing.” I stared at her. “Especially from vampire men,” she added, stopping in her tracks, eyes cold and sharp. “The ones with quiet strength. The soft ones. The kind ones. They’re like… wine to a Velari.”

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.

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side