Vampires Romance Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes. “Oh! I know! We should watch Twilight!” Ilayda says. “What part of ‘no romance’ didn’t you get Illy?” Adelina retorts. “Well, I don’t consider it a romance.” “Yes, it is. It’s about a sparkly fucking vampire that wants to mate with a human girl! Of course, it’s a romance!” I rub my temples, trying to head off the headache I knew was coming with Ilayda and Adelina’s bickering. I swear they are like water and oil when you get them together in the same room.

he explains. "Ah, perhaps that's why our father keeps looking for a pure-blooded female vampire so that he can have a pure-blooded daughter, but unfortunately for him, he had four sons," he explained. Really? Can he marry his sister? Is that really how the vampires live? "Please don't get mad at me, but I just want to ask. Why is Sir Darenn's mother mortal?" When I asked him, he sipped his drink before responding. "Aunt Rose is my father's first love," he explained.

- someone had called her and when she looked to the side she found Marcus smiling with an outstretched hand in an invitation, but before accepting it Amy looked at her friend, who nodded with her eyes, but still delayed to to leave her side because something about Julio Cesar terrified her. - I thought your friend was going to stall our romance," Julio Cesar said with a wry tone as he pronounced 'friend'. HI?ROMANCE? Soraia raised an inquisitive eyebrow. -Is there a romance? Julio Cesar took Soraia's hand in his own. Detail: All vampires have warm skin, now, due to the teas and coffees they consume so that humans don't perceive their icy skin.

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.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

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.”

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

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.”

But in truth, it was a sacred thing that created a bond of sorts with whomever you gave it to. I wished now that I had cared more all of those years ago. The matron that fucked me had no thought or care to who I was she only wanted what she could take from me. And I had been hardly more than a boy when she seduced me. Roman’s story isn’t very different. Sadly vamps are usually so randy that they will do anything to taste the first vestiges of sensual pleasures.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.