Vampiric Romance Novels & Stories

She told him without hesitation. He looked at her, surprised. “Why vampires? They feed on human blood and are cold-blooded murderers.” He told her. “Not all vamps are murderers. Some feed on animal blood and some feed on human blood that was donated.” She told him with an offended pout. “But would you date one?” he asked her. “Absolutely, that is, if he loves me.” She told him with an excited grin, “Vampire are very affectionate and loyal to their partners and who wouldn’t want a guy who loves you unconditionally.” She told him.

She has no idea how badly she has stolen my heart! Her scent is hypnotizing and makes me crave her even more. After we made love, the smell of her blood became more vital, making me want to taste her as I thrust my cock into her as she exploded. However, I am a gentleman and would never do it without her permission. Feeding on each other’s blood is a very intimate part of bonding for Bampires. It Is sacred and beautiful.

Barely a minute had passed since my orgasm but my cock was already hardening under her heated gaze, responding to the promise in her eyes. Her eyes met mine again and she bit her lip. The pain was gone now and in its place was a raw, naked hunger that had nothing to do with blood. "Elias," she breathed, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, her voice dropping an octave, husky and wrecked. She shifted in my lap, her hips grinding down against my thigh. I groaned, my head falling back as a wave of lust crashed over me like a tidal wave. The blood. It acted as an aphrodisiac for vampires, a potent stimulant that heightened all senses.

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Not to mention for them to share the exact same dream. Oh yeah... he is a vampire, is he not? The undead. Paranormal creature. Drinks blood. Has magic. No doubt if he wants to become an intruder in her dreams, what is there to stop him? She wouldn't even if she could. Shocking isn't it? Rosa bits her bottom lip and her head slowly fills with Armand's face. She couldn't help feeling the way she feels.

The look in his eyes is completely replaced by that of a bloodthirsty predator. “Lorcan!” Fear as well as excitement engulf me. He is a freaking vampire. His eyes reveal everything. “Move Verena Layton.” He growls, his fangs growing. “Please. Please move out of my sight. I beg you.” “You are a…” I pause. “...vampire.” “YES, I AM A FUDGING VAMPIRE!” He growls, his voice strained with self-control. “GO AWAY BEFORE I DRAIN YOU!”

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

Casual questions, maximum sarcasm. To cousin Lila at breakfast: “Any vampires hanging around lately? Tall, fast, good stationery taste?” She choked. “What? No. That’s Northern pack crap. Why?” I shrugged. “Curious.” To a warrior during training: “Hypothetically, if a vampire saved someone from drowning, would he leave a note or just bite and run?” He laughed. “Vampires don’t save. They eat. Ask the North. Rumors say they’ve got one.”