Plot Twists Vampire Short Stories & Vampire Novels

I was the only human at the vampire banquet, and the fiancée of the Prince's heir, Lucien. As a child, I once saved Lucien from vampire hunters, and the Prince and his wife chose me for him, sealing our engagement. Everyone envied me. I was merely the daughter of a human nobleman, yet I had the fortune to marry above my station into the Prince's family. To be worthy of him, I worked to make everything perfect. But among vampires, I always seemed slow and clumsy. They moved faster than me, heard far more than I could, and even the simplest vampire customs took me longer to memorize. Every time I reacted a step too slow, Lucien would remind me with a frown. "How are you ever going to be a proper wife like this?" He always said that compared to the girl he grew up with, his former fiancée, I still fell far short. Every single time, I was laughed at without mercy. Lucien would never let anyone hurt me, but he never once defended my dignity. Eventually, I broke off the engagement and decided to marry someone else. Lucien's face darkened. "You're really going to marry this human?" "Yes. Because he has never once called me stupid." Lucien scoffed. "That's your reason?" I nodded. "That's my reason."

I’m a vampire. Six hundred years old. Immortal. I once pulled a dying soldier from a pile of bodies. Gave him a new life with my blood and my money. I watched him build an empire that lasted twelve generations. Until this one. The heir, Stephen, is a genius. In his first year, he multiplied the company’s valuation thirtyfold. Everyone sees me as a leech. Feeding on the Blackwood family. I couldn’t be bothered to argue. I just sip my evening vintage in my penthouse sanctuary. And collect my tribute at the end of the month. Until his fiancée, Victoria, walked up to me at the Winter Gala. “Yvette, Stephen’s too much of a gentleman to ask, so I’ll ask for him. Do you think it’s fair that you take sixty percent of the company's net profits every year?” “Three thousand employees in this company, and not one of them knows what you do. Let’s be blunt. You’re a shameless leech sucking us dry.” The room went dead silent. Stephen took her hand, but he didn’t stop her. He looked at me. His ice-blue eyes were filled with pity. “Yvette, times have changed. Power comes from what you contribute.” I nodded. I set down the crimson liquid. Times have certainly changed. But the blood pact this whole family was built on… It still holds my blood seal. The one I made six hundred years ago. If they break it… the luck and fortune they bought with my blood will all be ripped away.

In Onyx City, the ancient Thorne clan lived by a ruthless blood-pact law. If the clan Lord granted a new fledgling his absolute protection, the reigning Consort had to yield her place. She was required to remove her bloodstone collar—the ultimate symbol of his patronage and power—and fasten it around the neck of the new ward herself, right in front of the entire clan. Mia was that fledgling. Today marked exactly one year since she had been taken under the wing of Lord Luca, the man I considered my mate. Every vampire in Onyx City was waiting for me to break down. After all, I had been his closest companion and deepest obsession for ten years. I was the dying stray he’d saved from a hunter’s silver blade. I had craved him like a drug. I used to wake up in the dead of night, begging for his bite, his blood. I only felt peace when his scent swallowed me whole. They all knew my sickening dependence on him. They had even placed bets, swearing I would never let go. Yet, as Mia tilted her pale, fragile neck at me, taunting me with her sickeningly sweet voice, I didn't shed a single tear. Without a moment's hesitation, I unclasped the heavy bloodstone collar and fastened it around her throat myself. Luca lounged on his dark velvet throne, swirling the blood wine in his goblet. His scarlet eyes gleamed with amusement. "Elara. You've finally learned how to please me." I lowered my eyes, my fingertips brushing my bare, cold collarbone. I said nothing. Luca didn't know the truth. My sealed memories had awakened a month ago. I wasn't some lowly stray who had been clinging to life on the streets. I was the lost princess of the Nightshades, the oldest and most formidable Original bloodline in the dark world. In three days, my brother would arrive to take me home. I would reclaim my true identity.