Yandere Vampire Novels & Stories

Lucah left the room leaving only me and Yana alone in our father's office. "Yana, how many times do I have to tell you that you need to control yourself?" she's a victim of a pureblooded Vampire, which only means trouble for her victims. A pureblooded vampire can control their urge, but their victims act just like mad werewolves once their urge hits them. It's hard for them to control themselves. Yana just gave me a smile. She approached me and gave me a hug. "I think I made a right decision by joining you today, El. The one that you bought at the jewelry store... That's mine right? Hand it to me now." she laid out her hand in front of me.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

They offered each other slight bows, both sides wondering if they did it right since they don’t recall the last vampire and lycan or werewolf offering each other this kind of gesture. “Your Imperial Majesty,” Xandar greeted, and for once was grateful that he liked history enough to know this basic formality. This emerald-eyed vampire was definitely the empress, Pellethia Gangnes. Her aura speaks for her position, and the pixie-haired brunette by her side looked particularly protective of her.

She went straight for the male vampire, her jaws clamping around his neck in a single, brutal motion, and with one violent twist, she ripped his head clean off his body. “No!” The scream tore through the forest, sharp and full of agony. The female vampire fell to her knees, her cry echoing into the darkness, and I understood instantly. That had been her mate. Nyra didn’t answer her. She didn’t hesitate. She sprang forward again, crashing into the vampire woman and tearing her head from her shoulders before the scream had fully faded. The lifeless body collapsed, and Nyra flung the head aside, where it struck a tree with a dull, sickening sound.

I peered at myself. I floated above the water. My wolf was an ethereal translucent black. My fur shimmered like liquid night, and my eyes glowed like a harvest moon. I phased between mist and matter. I was complete and whole—vampire and wolf. This was rebirth—becoming. Nyssandra bowed, the mirror vanishing. She looked pleased. Pride lifted my chest. I felt a pull in my blood. I bowed back to her. “Now we can truly begin,” she said.

she sobbed, and fell over, curling into a foetal position, clamping her hands between her legs. The other vampires didn’t matter – they faded into the background. Didn’t exist anymore. All that existed was this profound psychic pain, dragging her deeper into the abyss. Someone put a soft hand on her forehead, and she heard a calm woman asking, “What is the matter, child?” Through the tears, she looked up at the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Only one word came to mind. Regal. Dressed in a deep-red gown that set off her olive skin, and dark hair, her soft hazel eyes filled with concern. “My name is Lydia. I’m Rowan’s first wife. Now, why don’t you tell me what you are feeling?”

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

“You are hurting me,” Verada struggled, and Cliff growled, then move away from her. Verada sat up and saw his transformation from wolf to vampire. It looked painful but also satisfying to the eyes. Cliff’s entire body turned into a fucking hot lava; Desirable. Verada had difficulty taking her eyes off the cliff, especially now, as he stood naked before her eyes. Before this she didn’t put him into her eyes, now she wants to touch him, she wants to warm herself up too. Cliff narrowed his eyes to intimidate this woman, but the look she was giving wanted him to ravage her right here. He groaned and went to her naked.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"