Vampire Romantic Novels & Stories

His name still played at the edge of my mind, his voice laced with the same dangerous devotion I saw in Asher’s eyes when he looked at Dante. A vampire. Yes, it was a freaking forbidden romance. My story had not ended with whispers of awe or admiration, it had ended in the taste of blood, the shock of loss, and a silence so final it still rang in me years later. I drew a shaky breath, turning slightly so no one would notice the way my hands gripped themselves. “Careful what you admire,” I murmured more to myself than to the wolf. “Sometimes love ztrong enough to defy the world is strong enough to destroy it.”

“It's hard to believe, I know, but I did tell you I've never felt this way towards any woman before. I grew up in an era where it was sacred to remain chaste till you are married, so, I never got intimate with any woman. Ever since I became a vampire, I often wondered if there was a positive side to my predicament and the only positive thing I could think about, was falling in love. But after a century, I started to wonder if it would ever happen, until I met you. Then, everything changed. I started to feel things I'd never felt before and I just knew that it had to be you.” “You're in love with me?” I asked. “I adore you, I want to protect you, I don't want to ever see you get hurt, I think

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.

Rowan whispered. “It’s… more than that,” I said, not sure how much I should explain. “Vampires – we have nightmates. It’s like a soul mate, I guess – they’re your one perfect person. And you can sense it, but normally it’s another vampire, so you get down to business straight away. There’s no complication, no courting, no dating. There is nobody better for you out there, and there never will be.” “Wow,” she breathed, leaning both her elbows on the table. “That’s so romantic. And Skye is your – your nightmate?”

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.

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

"I should have realized. You have the temper of a redhead." She gave him a wry look. "I had every right to be furious." He shrugged. "Vampire sex is overrated. This…" He glanced down at his fingers entwined in her curls. "This is much better." He slipped a finger into the moist cleft. With a gasp, she started. "Oh God, what you do to me." She pressed a hand to her chest as if to ease her breathing. "You don't… make me react like this, do you? I mean, last night, when you were in my head…"

The world was gone—just blood, bruises, cock, and filthy moans in the night. Francesa clawed his back, riding his thrusts, her accent sharp through her cries. “Harder, papi! Fuck me like you kill them—fast, rough. Don’t stop. Break me.” He growled, biting her lip until it bled, licking the red from her chin. His thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping, cock drilling until her legs shook. She screamed, loud, shameless. “¡Sí! Fuck me, papi! Right here, with dead mens watching! You nasty vampire, you love this!”

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”