Vampire Romantic Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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…"

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."

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.”

“It is art, Alpha Killian.” He shot me a look that was half amusement, half disbelief. “You do realize the main vampire literally sparkles, right? What kind of predator glitters like a disco ball?” I laughed so hard I had to wipe tears from my eyes. “He doesn’t sparkle, he shimmers. There’s a difference. Besides, the love story makes up for it.” “Oh, please,” he said, leaning back in his seat with mock horror. “He stares at her for five minutes and suddenly they’re soulmates. That’s not romance, that’s stalking with better lighting.”

She cleared her throat and he sensed her fear. He sighed and explained, "I know it's crazy but it's how vampires mark their mate to indicate ownership of their mate... I didn't want to but the vampire in me was pushing me and..." He stopped talking when Evangeline cupped his cheeks. "Go on," she whispered, her eyes were filled with love and submission. Blake smiled and slowly showed his fangs. Evangeline saw his vampire side and tried to calm down, and later on, she felt his fang were on her neck and she gasped, gripping him on his shoulders.

He tried to run, but managed only one step in the direction of the stairs before falling to his knees, clutching his head, screaming. Aster cocked her head at him, a cold expression on her face, an almost serene smile on her lips. Whimpering softly, the vampire fell over, crumbling into a pathetic little ball. “It’s a shame you won’t live to tell the tale, because I would have send you away with a message--”Aster knelt next to him, “--this is what happens when you touch the ones I love.” She blinked. He didn’t so much explode as disintegrate, and a red mist of blood that was once Armand rained down on them.

She whispered and seductively flaunted her fangs. " Fuck.." I uttered and she laughed. " Why would Aiden date a vampire ?" I asked, still struggling to free my hair from her grip. " Ooh.. you don't know. Aiden is such an idiot. Your lover boy is a bloody vampire. You suck." She said and let go of my hair. " What?" I asked. " Aiden's a vampire."

So that really can't be it, so I lean up against one of the buildings just inside the town centre and turn inward "Romeo? What's gotten into you?" "I don't know! We are missing something... Something or someone very important to us...." "But who or what?" "I'm not sure, but I think it could be our mate... Our mate is here somewhere..." "Are you sure? I thought we wouldn't have a mate?" "Yes!... No!... That is the problem with vampires finding their mates. Some can tell straight away, like Phoenix with Scarlett, but others, they need either physical contact or we need to taste their blood. Their blood is always the key to knowing."

” I paused and kissed Rosaria’s neck and she sighed. “She passed through the battle field and wrinkled her nose at the stench of blood. From the puncture wounds on the throats of the victims, she could tell that the scene was caused by vampires. Ancient blood sucking beings that were cursed to live in the dark. She a heard a grunt and immediately realized someone was still alive. Walking towards the sound, she was mesmerized by the young man who lay down choking on his own blood. He opened his eyes ever so slightly and she was fascinated by his blue eyes, you could call it love at first sight.