Vampire Vibes Novels & Stories

She hesitated, just for a moment, then exhaled and sat beside me, folding her legs beneath her like a cat curling into shadow. “Okay,” she murmured, leaning in close, her voice soft and haunting. “But just the basics for now…” She sat back, shadows curling around her like smoke as she began. “Vampires,” she said, her tone laced with reverence and disdain, “are noble, obsessed with beauty and power. Yes, they drink blood, but that’s just the surface. They’re psychic. Fast. Ancient. Bound by ancient mating laws.” I raised a brow. “Charming.”

"Vampires have a sense of smell, hearing, touch, .. everything is sharp. You can hear the sound of water falling, feel the smell of roses from tens of meters away. You just need to stand in one place, everyone something will come out and make you see it all." Sharmaine nodded, and she slowly closed her eyes. A world appeared in Sharmaine's imagination. She heard the flapping of a bird's wings a kilometre away, and she heard the sound of water running under her feet. She took a breath. The scent of wild orchids was passionate and fragrant. Everything seemed to be appearing in front of Sharmaine. She felt amazement and fear, the power of a vampire, this terrible power that could make the world

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.

"Wonderful" V7 whispers to himself in a creepy manner. I have never seen an unhinged V7 before and something tells me it would be better if I didn't find out. He whispers the last part as he rubs his hard together, I can feel him smiling through his helmet. A shiver runs down my spine, just looking at V7 being all crazy creepy like. Such blood lust.... at least when he's older he learns how to hide his creepy blood lust side... unless he's killing demons...

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

This tortured me so much. When a vampire wants blood and is agitated, the body seems weak and is given electricity. Awry, aching and tickling, very uncomfortable. It seems I have no other choice, and I have to suck the blood in my house. "By the way, can we go to my house for a bit? I have something to do. Also, I need to bring some clothes." "Okay, not far?" he asked. "Close, calm down." Failing the time I set to consume blood again, Dylan is indeed dangerous. Its charm and fragrance drive me crazy.

With her guidance, Eli and the other vampires rallied and began to gain ground. As the battle raged on, Eli caught a glimpse of the girl he loved, fighting bravely alongside him. The thought of losing her filled him with an unbridled rage, and he channeled that energy into his attacks. Finally, with one final blow, the enemy was defeated. Eli and the other vampires collapsed onto the ground, exhausted but triumphant. They had emerged victorious once again, and Eli knew that with Selene by their side, they could face any challenge that came their way.

He hadn't once noticed his hair, his eyes were focused on his mate. Syvan ran his hand through Daylen's hair. The mere touch of the vampire sent shivers down Daylen's spine. It aroused his deepest darkest desires. Every inch of him craved Syvan. His body begged for the vampire's touch. Syvan turned on the blow dryer, he run his hand over the hair before passing the heat over it. His eyes were tender and his touch gentle. Daylen refused to blink. Afraid the vampire will disappear and he will be drawn to the loneliness of the darkness that surrounded him.

“But the Lydo I know won’t think of killing me.” “No Zuka, that Lydo is dead!” Zuka tilted backward on his heel. “Don’t hate me for your death.” Vampire possesses a fit of rage known as ‘vampiric rage’ – that is way beyond ‘wolf rage.’ Vampires’ anger can be triggered in many ways and the result is the destruction of the person that triggered it. No one wants to piss off a vampire. Pissing off a dead vampire is no way to go either.

A noise from the TV drew her attention, and she turned back to the TV to find it displaying a particularly graphic sexual scene, she had subconsciously tuned to a pornographic channel. Watching the scene greatly aroused her and she could feel her pussy tingle, this was the first time she had felt arousal this intense. "What's happening to me?" Nya demanded, "I shouldn't be this horny all of a sudden" Her crest hissed into her mind "Psychic feedback?" She asked, she then put it together, "Of course, those vampires had so much libido that it might as well been a dominant personality trait, when I assimilated them, it all got compounded with my own. I need to watch out for that in the future."