Filthy Rich Vampires Series Novels & Stories

Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zormir- Taalib Duma resting area laid underground, right beneath the Varlancia headquarters’ Varlancia- vampiric quarters located in Vermont Vascany - a vampire concubine Visdan- the oldest son Vocada- a Taalib Duma who became crazed for human blood and craved for s

Alicia said, looking unforgivably irritated. Filthy place? The red district was a relatively large area of land concentrated with business men and blood farms. The lower classes, unfortunate enough to be captured by their farm masters, get bred there mainly for blood and constant reproduction to prevent the human race from wiping out as many humans die daily from either stress, disease or a vampire. I stared coldly into space. Reasons to take down the trio before me and curb the ancient inhumane ways of vampires increased by the second.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

the thin vampire said, stepping closer, "the baby isn't yours either. It belongs to Lucian Aion. And since he just publicly rejected you, that makes this child... unclaimed property." "Children aren't property!" I snarled. The female vampire's grip tightened until I saw spots. "In our world, little humans, everything is property. Including you." She raised her other hand, her nails elongating into claws. "Now hold still. This will only hurt... Well, actually, it's going to hurt a lot." I closed my eyes, my hand pressed protectively over my stomach. This was it. This was how I died. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.

Master! “Yes Jerrif any news from our dear Majesty,” the voice owner is Harris Richard cliff. A big bad oldest vampire, seeking ultimate power to win over the entire world. “No,” the vampire servant said. “Pity, I have been waiting for my prey for so many years, and look, his Majesty is hiding like a new wife. Doesn't matter we almost reach that point. You can go now, I have some work to do.” ****** In Elsa's room, Elsa could feel in her sleep that her body was bouncing. Thereafter, she heard someone's voice.

She nodded and her attention turned from me. Being a Master Vampire had its perks. Sometimes I forgot to enjoy them while being preoccupied with healing from the burns and running for my life. I had millions in various bank accounts and investments. All of us were filthy rich. However, money wasn't a motivation for aligning with the undead. Longevity was the real benefit.

The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought. In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in territory that the Vampires fought for centuries ago and established as their own. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate.

When I saw Seraphina again she was covered in bruises and had lost all the color she had regained. I was definitely coming to the conclusion that the one we are working for is actually the bad guy. I am also starting to rethink my opinion on both species, the ones I know live in this town are anything but the blood thirsty vampires I thought they would be. From what I have learnt while I have been here most of these vampires actually drink blood from blood bags that are donated by the humans that live here in the town and in return they are protected.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

If nothing else was evidence that she had found her missing ribs, this should be counted as one. As they both moved into the huge beautiful palace, she couldn't hold back her gasp at the wealthy outlook. The golden chandeliers, the golden case, the diamond-crafted artworks. Vampire city is indeed the city of the rich. Not like back home, their clans are not rich. In fact, the Werewolves are considered wealthy but in terms of war and other basic needs. Vampire city is known to be home to thousands of natural resources.