Empress Vampire Novels & Stories

I thought that the womanizer was the only one who would face the death he deserved, but I was so unfortunate to receive the uncanny smirk of the woman. I really should have left this place instead of interrupting these two in their almost lovemaking session. Pointing her gun at me, she demanded, “Get out of the car, you slut.” I did not want to reveal to these lowly humans that I was an immortal so I raised my hands just like what the womanizer did. But it was more than infuriating to let this woman say and do anything as she pleased.

I asked. “ We both know she is no ordinary girl. Maybe ordinary wolves won't do the job.” Embrose said. I know he speaks the truth. Let me explain. My name is Valerose. I am a one hundred and seventy five year old Vampire. Although I don’t look older than twenty five. And can’t stand shifters, especially wolf shifters. I want to rule them. They are beneath them. I have been working on it for years. Stormed packs, prides and any shifter I come across taking them out. Who I didn’t kill serve me as slaves. It has taken me years to create a large army to succeed in my mission. I have built myself up as well. I have built myself an empire. I have many businesses that keep me in a lavish lifestyle

When she heard what she was hoping to hear, she smirked in Xandar’s way and declared in dissatisfaction, “You still owe me that doll, Uncle Reagan.” The vampires were throwing each other looks like they were saying ‘What did Her Imperial Majesty just say?’ Some of the more conventional ones were even pressing their fingers on their foreheads as they shielded their faces in embarrassment. The empress was asking for a doll? She wasn’t five! She was 1,578 years old! Less than 500 years to go and she’d be dead since the oldest-living vampire only made it to 2000 years of age. Unlike Lucianne, Xandar only felt a slight pull toward the empress when she stood right in front of him. It was the same

Emily also let out a scream, but then she stopped, as she felt a wave of calmness coming over her as she got intoxicated. “Mmmm, definitely royal, but her bloodline is so thin that she hardly passes as royal,” King Torvald said, taking a napkin and wiping his mouth off, leaving Emily to fall to the ground. Queen Amirah signaled servants standing nearby to come over. “Feed her to the vampires.” As the servants drag Emily past prince Deacon, his inner wolf cried once more like it did so many times before, ‘MATE.’

He stood with a predatory grace that made Emily’s stomach churn. The five figures didn't move. The leader, a woman with hair like dried blood, stepped forward. She sniffed the air. "We smell the Vessel," the vampire hissed. Her voice sounded like wind rushing through a cave. "Hand her over, Leech-Doctor. Or we drain you both." Leech-Doctor? Emily’s heart hammered against her ribs. What was Vane? "She is spoken for," Vane said calmly. "Go back to your holes. The Master does not share."

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

The sky thundered with each clash, crimson lightning splitting across the clouds. Valen grabbed her by the throat and hurled her into the air. She twisted mid-fall, summoning wings of burning energy that unfurled behind her — made of light and shadow fused with blood. The Blood Empress had risen. She landed softly, barefoot now, her body glowing from within. “You talk about power, Valen. But power without heart is nothing.” Valen’s grin returned, but there was unease behind it. “Do you think love can kill a god?”

UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the strong feeling I'm being watched as I turn I see a vampire coming straight at me, I snear knowing I'm not your average wolf, and I can easily take him. As he gets to me I grab him and throw him into the water, my flight or fight response is surprising me as it usually tells me not to fight but not this time. The vampire comes for me again and I let Kylo take control shifting into my wolf. Kylo snaps at him, missing him by centimetres as he hits Kylo in the side "he's not a regular vampire Ky he has no scent be careful" I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere a

"Why do you think I was so cool and collected when you kidnapped me? Or whenever you were angry? I could feel that no matter what, you wouldn't hurt me." "That is why!" he said with a frown. "It used to drive me crazy. How totally uncaring you looked, but then I get used to it, and I think I liked it, too. It kept me on my toes." He gave me a look that made me smile. "Oh, you liked it, alright," I smiled at him. "So maybe I was a different species of empath? Maybe not wolf? Maybe something else?" “Some royal vampires have the power to sense emotions and then also manipulate that emotions.”

“Old names have been dragged into the light. Old blood has been paraded as hope.” Another voice called out. “Blood doesn’t lie.” “Blood poisons,” Vanguard replied calmly. “If left unchecked.” He turned slightly toward Lucia. “The Empress has something to say.” Lucia leaned closer, her lips barely moving. “Son of a bitch,” she hissed. “I told you not to do this.” “Speak,” Vanguard murmured back. She straightened. Before she could rise, a scarred man stood abruptly, chair scraping loudly. “We’ve been waiting for you, woman…”Empress”..,he shouted. he added mockingly.