Novel & Cerita Vampire's Love

Her green, cat-like eyes full of fire fuelled by a pain that he had not yet deciphered. For a vampire, sometimes days could feel more like weeks but when one discovered love, they knew instantly. There was never any hesitation or confusion, it was always straightforward. Getting the person off their mind was impossible, and there was never anyone else who could replace them should they ever leave. A vampire's love was much like their life; eternal and undying. No other feeling could compare. Not anger, not hurt, not even thirst.

She asks the boy hesitantly: “Are you… a vampire too?” David shakes his head and replies: “Although I am also a member of the Hiddleston family, but only a few are of vampire blood. Those people are the ones who hold the leadership of the family…” “But… do vampires only suck the blood of women?” “Yes, especially the blood of virgins” Mia asks to clarify her long-standing questions: “And, what does rank in this house mean, do you know David?” “I guess, it's probably ranked by blood palatability. I'm not a vampire, but I have a good sense of smell, and it seems that a girl named Lita is also liked by Malcolm"

She was certain that see could see the love that she held for him mirrored in those gorgeous eyes. Passion flared inside her and she swang her leg over him, straddling him. "I can't imagine loving another soul more then I love you Cameron! Maybe you are my mate! I choose you! Vampires choose, and I can choose too!" She was desperate for him to understand how much she loved him. "I've felt it since that first day we met Cameron. I love you. I choose you!" "Please Cameron." "Please, " she begged.

Phoebe carefully took the orange juice, drank it slowly, and suddenly wanted to ask: "Mom, have you ever been in love?" Her mother was surprised to hear her daughter ask this, she said: “Then, why do you ask?” "Since I'm curious, who is the beloved mother?" "It's your father, that's why you are standing here now." Her mother shyly replied. “My father? He… is a pureblood vampire, why do you love him?” Vivian Robert smiled remembering the old days, she said: "Because that's love, simply because I love him, whatever he is, I'll still love him."

Her voice trailed a whispery path as she gazed at him. He scoffed. "I wish I never came across them in the first place. Most of my years were with my Sire and when I first fell in love with a Vampire, Nicodemus had warned me that love is a Vampire's greatest poison. But I didn't heed to his absurd advice, rather, I chose to bask in this beautiful feeling of love until one day...he ripped her heart out." He paused. She exhaled deeply.

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.

They can swear their oath to her and drink from the cup with both of our blood. When I have enough of my own blood in the cup, I pull my hand away. My mate takes it and in a very vampiric display, licks the blood off my hand while watching me. The vampires all begin to hum, their fangs extending with her display of love, affection and an understanding of our need for blood. She looks down to see the wound healing before standing straight again.

Untouched by fear or sickness or loss. “What do you want?” I asked in a harsh tone. She circles him slowly. “No hard feelings. I just wanted to see it for myself.” “See what?” “Your end.” Anger flares inside me. “You left the moment you heard about the disease.” She shrugs. “It’s called self-preservation.” “Did you ever even love me?” She stops walking. Looking at me like I said something foolish. “Don’t you understand?” Elara says. “We’re vampires. Love is optional. Lineage and power are not.”

If I wasn’t mistaken, I told him this already, but I still explained the ranking and how if you didn’t pass the dhampir final exams you would be taken to the convent. “I’ve heard of dhampirs who fell in love with their vampires, but I’ve also heard of some who were given to another vampire. I guess …” I hesitated just thinking about it. “It’s more an arrangement of convenience than love.” I shrugged. Love was never really something my mother and I spoke about, although I suspected that she and my father might adore each other. I never really saw them interacting, so I never really knew if they loved each other. “I do know that when a vampire finds a woman he loves, a human woman, they will t

- Harvey replied. Love is a kind of emotion that is difficult to describe. If Vincent is a human and lives in the city, then he is the ideal man for many beautiful and rich girls. However, he is a purebred vampire and his life revolves around the forest, so when he met the lost orphan, Maris, he brought her back to raise her and gradually fell in love. That unrequited love cost him his life. - She still coughs a lot, right? - Samson put his hand on Lucasta's forehead and asked.