Vampire Romance Series Novels Novels & Stories

I was driving to university, taking the longer route to clear my head. My life had been an absolute shit storm the last few days. I had no idea what was going on in the world around me. Ryan, the guy I actually really liked, turned out to be a vampire. A vampire. Then I found out that he was actually the ex-boyfriend of one of my best friends and he tried to kill us.

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“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

Ryan bares sharp, extended teeth, his snarl deep enough to make the ground vibrate. Cassidy slams a vampire down, her boot pinning its throat, and snarls through bared teeth, “You want her? You’ll have to rip through us first.” Luna moves closer to me, her presence a beacon in the middle of the storm. Her fingers glow with shimmering light, the barrier spell already dancing at her fingertips. Her chants are soft, rhythmic—ancient. Her body trembles from the sheer force of the energy she’s calling down, but her voice doesn’t waver. She doesn’t falter. Every time a vampire pushes too close, she launches a burst of magic that hits like a hammer, sending them flying back into broken walls or str

“That's weird, I bet Ethan is hiding something.” It was already night, I was engrossed in the book I found. It wasn't giving me any solution but it had these vampire stories in them. Their do’s and don't, heroes and heroine, the war between them and hunters and their little alliance with the witches. It had a similarity because the man who bit me was a vampire.

“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.”

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.

The carriage started to move down the road to Alistair's home. The ride to the carriage was silent as each member were occupied with their thoughts. They got to the house and entered inside, Fife immediately poured himself a drink, he poured for the others as well and they all drank. "so, what just happened? How is he a vampire?", Elena asked. "I was born a vampire", Alistair answered. "don't you need to be bitten?", Theodore asked. "not all vampires are bitten. Some are born as well, the born vampires are more powerful",

“So this how the author sees her…just like I do” I forget about the Vampire with me, ogling at the bold image of the heroine of my number one action romance novel. The same onyx long hair as described in the novel, bold and fiery emerald eyes that swooned the enigmatic CEO, and a killer figure that brought her hero to his knees. “Such uncouth behavior. Nothing of the noble blood running through your veins” The Vampire’s sneer jitters me out of my trance and I cower with red cheeks and pace backward sheepishly.

"Come with me, Miss Mayhem. It's not safe forYouhere." She flinched. "Stay away from me. I—I know where you sleep." Coffins, vampires slept in coffins. He frowned. "Now, give me that glass. I'll go to the kitchen for some real food." Real food? Then, what was this? Aya lifted her wineglass and sniffed. Blood! With a yelp, she threw the glass to the side. It shattered on the floor, splattering blood everywhere. A woman screeched. "Look what you did! Bloodstains on my new white gown. Why, you—" She glared at Aya and hissed.