Vampire With Woman Novels & Stories

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

There was something in her aura that I recognized. The woman started sliding around her table, trying to get out. The young man with her was a vampire, I was sure of it. His eyes widened as he saw me, and he looked away, either afraid or wary. He inclined his head, acknowledging that I was of a higher status. Then, I saw her. She rushed past the woman. Her face was pale. An older man followed after her. Face flushed and angry. He came after her. Her clothes seemed slightly askew. Her hair was mussed, and she was fighting blindly through the crowd. I shoved one of the idiots aside and crossed the area. People stumble back and out of my way. My blood was boiling. My hunger and irritation were

Not that I have a name or anything, right? I shift in my seat and continue to stare at the mirror. Not a single fibre of my being is willing to take the risk and avert its gaze. Fortunately or not, the room lights up, and someone opens the door. First, a woman, clearly a vampire, enters the room and sits down, her back facing us. From what I could see, she kind of looks like me. Her hair is almost as flaming red as mine, and even her physique reminds me. This may be the first time I've gotten to see a female vampire who isn't overly tall and is of medium build. The woman keeps looking around, her feet tapping the tiled floor in visible excitement. Wait for a second... I'm forced to watch thi

I bet that person gets aggressive as me too when he or she eats garlic by mistake. "Maybe or may not because they are not human. They are vampires and I doubt you know them so of course, you don't know them or you do, Karien?" She answered.

Then, he had tried to get in touch with either Lucas or Arden but the communication wouldn't go beyond the room. If his assumption was right, then, it wasn't just that the woman who was flickering her black hair was a danger to the vampire through her blood alone. It would mean that whenever any vampire was in touch with her, they would never be able to use any of their powers. To Scott, that was even more dangerous than sucking her blood. What kind of a human was she? To be sure he wasn't just imagining everything, since he was free from her touch, he reached out to Lucas.

He told her retreating form, however not even sparing the old woman a single glance as his attention remained trained on the human beauty before him. All silent and completely invisible, the dark shadow watched from a close corner as the two unsuspecting and very different beings intently stared into each other's eyes, the mere sight making it feel so sick and utterly disgusted. That last nightmare he had planted within her mind should've been enough to scare her away or even make her move out, with a little bit of luck. But no, there she was lying in the vampire's arms like the fucking sleeping beauty she was and closer than ever. Fucking whiny little bitch.

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

Velyana said to me over her shoulder, and I nodded my head, maintaining the distance between us. But when we got to where she gestured that we were going to be sitting, I saw two people who didn't belong to this pack already sitting there. One of them was a vampire, and I could tell because her eyes were purple and she was nursing a glass of blood. I turned to Velyana for directions, and she was already staring at the visitors with barely concealed animosity. Who were these people? “Argh, I see you have finally caught a boy toy to keep you company," the lady said to Velyan, who stared at her with her face blank before she flashed her a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

The love I'd once felt for my husband and my child had been replaced by numb, aching hollowness. "Luke, you must be tired too. Go to bed." I turned away and poured myself a glass of water. Father and son exchanged a glance---that familiar, conspiratorial look between them---and the sight left me cold. Lucien put his hand on Luke's shoulder, ready to send the boy off to wash up and sleep. But Luke was still wired. I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts.

With a flick of his fingers, he orders another club servant to come forward and loosen the rope around the young woman’s wrists. She slumps, a cascade of red hair falling over her freckled face. Her head rolls on her neck. She’s totally blissed out from endorphins. Another sweetblood. A submissive, willing vampire victim. It’s not my business. I shouldn’t get involved. But the redhead’s lips part and she turns toward me and I catch her scent…