#vampire romances

It’s that time of year again. Time to read something spooky and paranormal. Here’s a bunch of vampire romances. Immortal Death is included in this list. Get your Vampire romances

for a creature that has nothing but time, nothing but an endless sprawling future, to say they look at you and see a future??? my god, i would melt. they look at you and see you in their life, what their concept of a life's span is

At the end of the book they're in a church and Dracula turns into a legit fire-breathing dragon. I'm pretty sure. And the end was ambiguous. 

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My sister was at my door. I stared blankly at my closed door. I knew she was standing there, waiting. Why was she here? She knocked again.

I opened the door.

Radha stared at me.

I stared at Radha.

“Angeline, what’s going on? Mom made me come out to see you. Your work called us. They said you hadn’t been in to work in a week. You didn’t call them.” she said, her dark brown eyes serious and angry.

“I’m fine,” I mumbled, pushing my hands through my hair. I stared at one hand, confused at the oiliness of my hand. I licked my lips, my nerves on edge in front of my much more glamorous sister.

“Lenny,” Radha insisted, calling me my childhood nickname. “You’re not fine! You’re pale. Please, let me come in. Let me take your temperature or make you soup or something. You know I’m a nurse. Let me take care of you.” She finished as she nudged me away from the door and pulled me towards the kitchen.

“Radha, I’m fine.” I tried to get out of her tight grip. She placed her wrist against my forehead and shook her head.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed, okay? I’ll call the coffee shop for you. Make excuses. You’ll be fine soon.” Just as we turned towards the bedroom, its door opened. Sadie emerged.

Sadie looked beautiful in the half light of my apartment. She always did. Her pale skin shone against her dark hair and clothes. But the instant she saw Radha, she changed. She backed against the wall, and crouched. Her hands clenched. Her eyes narrowed. Her red lips curled back and her teeth gleamed.

I hadn’t noticed how sharp her teeth were until now.

Sadie tensed, too, I could see her leg muscles moving beneath her skin. She growled. The sound that erupted from her mouth was chilling. It was like she turned into an angry animal. Her red lipstick suddenly looked less like lipstick and more like smeared blood. I stumbled backwards, knocking into my sister.

Radha was looking at Sadie in terror. Her skin, normally a shade darker than mine, had paled. She was clutching my arm and breathing hard through her nose. Radha’s eyes were huge as she stared at Sadie. She was mouthing words.

“Angeline! What is this?” She asked me, before going back to what she was mouthing. I could hear her enunciating now: “vade retro Satana vade retro Satana vade retro Satana vade retro Satana...”

“Radha, what are you doing? Sadie! Stop! Radha, stop it!” I pulled on her arm. Radha shook my hands off her arm, keeping her eyes on Sadie. She was still muttering that phrase under her breath. Sadie moved towards Radha. Radha stepped back. She was breathing heavily.

This week's excerpt is from my vampire romance :3

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There was the aspect of her that I couldn’t face. The half forgotten memories of her covered in blood, feral eyes gleaming from the streetlights. The way she grabbed me when I tried to open the curtains, her hands like a vise, clawing against my skin, mouth open like a cobra waiting to strike. Sometimes the light would hit her and her eyes would shine golden. At those times, I would recoil, fearing her like I did that night, my face whitening from the terror. When this would happen, Sadie would come to me, catlike, and stroke my arms, my hair, my waist, pulling me to her. Every time fear crept into my thoughts, every time I began to worry about my safety with her, Sadie would come to me and hold me. She would kiss me and touch me until I could not remember.

  Every day with her felt like an age. Like clockwork, she walked into my life as the sun set, and out once the sun threatened the morning sky. Her time - our time - was the dark coolness of the star-filled nights. Most nights, she brought me dinner. Sometimes, she would purchase a coffee from me, my last sale of the day, take one tiny sip and would push the warm cup into my hands.

I loved her, that was a fact. My heart swelled when she looked at me with her dark eyes. I loved her smile, the way her long slim hands held glasses, played with the strap of her purse, how she held my hand. I loved the way she felt against me when we lay together in my bed. I loved her hair, how it falls across her shoulders, how she moaned when I buried my hands in her hair. I loved her smell. She smelled of flowers and crushed grass. She smelled of heat and passion. Underneath the sweet, intoxicating scent of her, there was a hard edge to her, underneath the floral and the promise of her.