Filthy Rich Vampires Series Novels & Stories

The two vampires were still looking at the ground and explained in a loud voice. "Authority? No. Absolute power and control. That's why the few remaining high nobility vampires are feared, respected, and coveted..." one of the vampires said. "Coveted?" repeated Harry. "The high nobility vampires have the purest blood. They are not born from the bite of an ordinary vampire but from the bite of an original vampire or are direct descendants of one, born from the womb of a pair of pure-blooded loved ones. She is the last in the direct line of the venerable and righteous... This elder never bit anyone again to make them a family member. His sister was the last to bear a pure-blooded daughter befo

He wanted a reaction from me and he got the response he was clearly searching for. “You fucking bastard!” I raised my fist to punch him in the face, but with a speed that didn't surprise me anymore, he disappeared from the spot and appeared at the other corner of the dark basement. “You really underestimate me, Aurora or should I say Rose? Have you forgotten exactly what I am?” His eyes gleamed with pride and mischief. “A vampire. And not just any vampire. I am the leader of all vampires. I am Lucious Vladimir, the king of all vampires.”

Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed. The 450 year old vampire was smitten with the well-preserved sensuality of the conservative businesswoman. She had proven most receptive to his anal impalements and her blood was so pure that it was almost like the delicate taste of an untouched virgin. He stroked her beautiful long silky hair resting with exotic temptation on her hauntingly white unblemished skin.

“Your greedy little stepdaughter pussy is sucking me in.” “Yess yes, harder!” I moaned shamelessly, bouncing on his lap. My breasts slapped against my chest with every brutal upward thrust. “Fuck your dirty girl. Use me, oh god, I’m yours, Marcus. I’m your collared slut!” He gripped my hips and pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing with the crackling fire. Every thrust ground the vibrator against my most sensitive spot. I came again without warning, screaming his name as my walls clamped down around him like a vice.

I asked. "No, because of the whole Vaughn, Fin is weird. Fin is half Vampire half elementalist. He can control the four elements, fire, water, earth and air. His mother is an elementalist. And Fin is the one you fought against. omnipotent, omnipotent throughout Vampire high. " She said so I wrinkled my forehead. "So? Just because he's powerful, He needs VIP treatment? We're both studying here and paying tuition." I said. "Except for you." She says.

Clovis City had become their last hope, a place where they could start anew under the protection of an unspoken truce between the werewolves and the lone vampyre who had earned their respect. The leader of the other newcomers was Anton Vladimirovich, a vampyre of noble Russian descent. He was a formidable figure, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see into the very soul of those he gazed upon. His past was shrouded in mystery, but it was whispered that he had once been a prince among his people, a ruler whose reign was cut short by murder from his own kin, and had been given a second chance by a vampyre elder who migrated from Normandy. This elder had bestowed

“I knew you were a filthy little slut from every video you sent me. The way you’d spread that greedy cunt wide open with your fingers, showing me how wet and sloppy you got reading my books, begging Daddy to stretch you out and fill you up.” “But seeing you like this right now, squirting all over my face and then grabbing my cock like you can’t wait another second… fuck, you’re even dirtier than I imagined. You really are my secret cum-dump stepdaughter, aren’t you?” My pussy clenched hard at his words, another small gush of slick leaking out onto the seat. I pulled him closer by his cock, rubbing the thick head up and down my swollen, dripping slit, smearing his precum all over my folds.

's why the vampire race still retains its pure power until now. Unlike the purifiers, because of the power in the human world, they accept to trade the purest blood to marry a foreigner with a human, in return, they gain immense power and status. high in society. The task of the purifier is to destroy the vampires who commit the most cavalier errors, they have the task of killing and purifying those criminals to deter them. But in the coming centuries, the purifiers no longer do that, vampires no longer kill people indiscriminately and no longer live apart from society, they mingle, do business and join the army. , began to marry foreigners but in small numbers. They also began to have feeli

Vespera, Year of Crimson Eclipse Blood. It ran like a river through the marbled halls of the Black Citadel. Queen Seraphina knelt at the edge of her throne room, her white gown soaked in red, her crown shattered beside her like splintered bone. She could barely lift her head, but her gaze held fire — the kind of fire only born immortals carried. Purebloods. True vampires. "Mercy is beneath you, Luscius," she spat through blood-stained lips. "So don't pretend to offer it."

His sheer, effortless display of dominance just hammered it in. She had heard a rumor that most pureblood vampires were ethereally beautiful, but her first real-life encounter with the Feral leader had been far too jarring to even notice anything of the sort. This guy, though, was drop-dead gorgeous. Literally, if the creature laying a few feet away from her now was any indication. It was impossible to deny that.