Empress Vampire Novels & Stories

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

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

Emily, driven by a thirst for knowledge and a relentless curiosity, had immersed herself in the study of vampire lore. Her research had led her to uncover intriguing clues about the enigmatic vampire queen, Sofia, and the possibility of accessing the throne that held immense power within the vampire realm. As Emily delved deeper into ancient texts and obscure manuscripts, she pieced together fragments of forgotten history. Legends whispered of a hidden ritual that, if performed correctly, would grant unparalleled authority and control over the vampire kingdom. It was said to be a path shrouded in darkness and treachery, where only the cunning and determined could succeed.

Justus walked into the stable and sat on a stack of hay. "Nothing of much importance." "It definitely is important if it has your face twisted in an ugly frown," Justus shrugged. "Tell me," Julian faced Justus, "has the empress Aurora ever exhibited any strange abilities?" Justus's brows creased in confusion, "Do you mean to ask if the empress is also a blood… a vampire like lord Sebastian?" "Not exactly." Julian's frown deepened, sensing Justus's ignorance. "Well, she isn't, as far as I know."

As time passes, she would rule over the hunters and possess their skill as well as gaining a firm foothold on the empire. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! The whip landed on Carissa’s back with a loud snap. Her clothes were torn by the thorn whip. She bit her lip as hard as she can to stifled her scream. There was no way she would let the Empress get her satisfaction. Cold sweat dripped down her foreheads as blood seeped out from her mouth. She struggled to escape from two black-clothed vampires in front of her with futile attempts. Empress Lamia and Princess Philippa were surely daring to do this in Mateo’s castle.

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

Now it looked like something that had survived a massacre. Elara touched her face—her new face—and felt the unfamiliar smoothness of vampire skin beneath her fingertips. No scars from the silver chains Cassius had wrapped around her throat three years from now. No ragged mark where he had torn out her heart and offered it, still beating, to the god-beast sleeping beneath the palace. This face belonged to Seraphine Valcour, Crown Princess of the starving vampire empire to the east. The real bride. The true mate. The one Cassius was supposed to kill in thirty nights beneath the coronation moon.

"What happened?" "I wish I could remember," Emily answered. "I remember being with Jack, and then he made me leave." She was quiet for a moment, and then she started again. "There was this female vamp. I can't even remember what she looked like. I think I hit my head. I woke up almost a week later. And when I woke up I was a vampire. I was in an abandoned house, and no one was there."

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

He said this last almost apologetically. His gaze darted back and forth from Emily to William, and she saw William give a small nod. "I'm not a child," she said, annoyed by their exchange. "I realize most vampires feed on people." "All vampires feed on people. Some are just more selective about the process," Empusa disagreed gently. Emily fell silent at that. They continued to move down the corridor while she considered his words. He was right, she realized. "I didn't mean to upset you," Empusa interrupted her thoughts. "I was just pointing out the facts."