Vampire's Embrace Novels & Stories

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

I was about to stand to see clearly how the fight was going on when someone suddenly grabbed me from the back. "Got you," said the baritone voice as I felt a strong arm around my shoulders, holding me captive. I froze in fear. A man. A vampire. He must be with the long-haired woman!

As he kisses me, he brings his hands and caresses both of my cheeks. Slowly, he runs his palms down to my neck towards my bra’s straps. He shoves them down and my bra falls down. My heart skips a beat and I quickly hug him. I put my arms around his neck. I’m embarrassed. Cain chuckles and he licks my ear. I shudder.

The vampire that had plagued her visions. “You,” she said as her heart raced wildly in her ribcage. “Me.” He bared his pure white teeth at her as his lips parted in a devilish grin. Everything happened in a blur and Emilia had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that she was slung over the vampires shoulders, and trees flashed by in her vision. She didn’t even know when she fell unconscious. One moment she was rejoicing at her sister’s pain, and in the next the world had gone dark around her.

Writer's POV “Vikram,” Emilio muttered under his breath, his fangs glinting as he clenched his jaw. “You’ll pay for this.” Earlier, Emilio had returned home to find his parents dead. The gruesome scene was seared into his memory—the lifeless bodies, the blood pooled on the floor, and the hollow silence that followed. But now, as a vampire, his senses were sharper. He could smell Vikram’s scent lingering in the air that night. And Donald Dale’s name had surfaced in whispers among those who thrived in the shadows. Together, they had orchestrated the massacre.

“It’s Christmas Day. I met a fascinating vampire. He says he is a king of the night, but he feels more like a lonely mountain of ice—ancient, cold, but with a fatal allure.” “C took me to a symphony under the blood moon. He told me he’d never shared the quiet of the moonlight with another living soul. I think, perhaps, I can be the first exception in his eternal life.” “He told me he loves me. I’ve decided to become a vampire, to accept his Embrace. Even if I can no longer live in the sun, I know I’ll be happy with him by my side.” … Clarence read on, entry after entry, his crimson eyes slowly filling with tears.

As she brought the knife back, the other Vampire grabbed her wrist to stop her from trying to kill the woman. "Sorry, obligations and all that." He said as he twisted her wrist hard. Amira let out a small yell as she released the knife, hearing it hit the ground beside her. She felt his tongue run along her wrist and the slight graze of his fangs, "I can hear your blood rushing in those veins. It's like music to my ears." He sang while her other hand reached down and pulled out another knife. She flipped the knife so the tip of the blade was pointing behind her as she thrusted backward into his thigh. He let out a yell, releasing her wrist and stumbled back while the knife stuck out of his l

I breathed, never wanting this moment to end. “I love you more.” A mischievous smile lit his lips as he bit my ankle and sucked my blood while still inside me, causing my heat to rise again. Blood sharing was intimate, one of the most erotic things vampires could do. When he had his fill, he licked the wound, and it immediately healed, but he was far from done.

When she raised her hand to wipe at it, the vampire’s vice grip stopped her. “Allow me,” the vampire said with a sickening sweet tone. Agatha’s eyes widened as the vampire’s face moved close. The intense light magnified the pulsing of her blueish veins beneath her white skin. Her thick, pouty lips parted as her long tongue licked the blood from Agatha’s flesh. An involuntary shudder of revulsion by the witch caused the vampire to laugh out loud. “Oh I do hope Corey wins you. If you shudder from my touch, I can only imagine how you’ll respond to his sadistic sexual prowess.” She clapped her hands in a childlike manner. “He promised to let me watch and then share your blood at the end.”

Morris gave him a pointed look. "No, Mr Verde Michi, sir." Morris said. He seemed as though he was about to give Carson a bark if discipline. "Oh..." That was the only thing he could say. He walked closer to me, lifted my hands and brought them delightfully before his lips and kissing them. "Promise me that next time I call to have a talk you'll stop moving backwards." He said gently. No, he pleaded. How could I say no to that? "I promise." With a chaste kiss, he started towards the house. But there was something that made him seem as distant as he'd just been. So they were playing with Verde Michi? How very... Convinient.