Greek Vampire Novels & Stories

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.

I watched in amusement as she walked away, sighting her fake butt job. "What did she mean by specialty?", I asked, all my senses attuned to where Vanir's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin as I tried to regather my wits. "Vampires come here to seek a sexual high by feeding", Vanir said and I gasped, definitely from his words and not the fact that a finger of his just brushed my nipple. "Humans volunteer for that", Vanir added. "Why would one do that?", I asked, my mind heady as his chocolate scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me as I squirmed on his lap.

Unlike the maid who was on the verge of collapsing, he looked like he never fucked. His face was now visible to her eye. Another Greek God but with a shitty personality. He was as buffer as Ragnar, maybe a little more buffer than Ragnar. He had dark black hair due to which his pale skin stood out even more. His eyes...his orbs were golden. Something very unnatural Sasha has ever seen. Ragnar also had that golden swirl in his eyes but for a little while but his orbs...that golden swirl in them was permanent. He was a vampire too. He had a cut on his right eyebrow which never reached below his eye. He had thick black eyebrows which were sharp from the edges. His jaw was so sharp, it almost loo

Observing from the corner of my eye, I found the blond man’s eyes fall on Selene and John. “She’s beautiful, no?” I said, feigning distraction. “She doesn’t age…” He trailed off absently, and I glanced over to see his narrowed eyes fixated on her. “That’s kind of suspicious. Do Greeks have vampires in their mythology?” What even… I pondered in confusion, Good grief he’s probably an airhead…like Aubrey! “W-what? No, I’m not aware of any.” “But I know of Dracula’s existence.” “That’s Romanian history,” I muttered with a sip to calm myself because I could feel the judgment coming on.

A small part of my brain is screaming out at me about the danger of exposing the vein in my throat to a vampire, but the hussy side of me is enjoying the feel of his lips against my flesh too much to care what happens next. His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking along the base of my throat until it reaches the throbbing vein that lies beneath. His lips latch onto this spot and begin to suck, increasing my arousal and sending my hips in more hurried movements. He murmurs something against my throat in a language that I don’t understand, the words ‘glykiá mou’ catching my attention once again. I don’t know what it is about the way that he says those two simple words, but it comes out in su

Ancient paintings, mostly painted by famous artists, were hung in strategic places, and in the corner of the room stood a large sculpture of Lycaon, the King of Arcadia and the father of werewolves - at least as far as Greek Mythology went. “Do we have to greet him now?” I asked, my stomach tightening with nervousness once again. “We can’t put it off. I can’t risk giving Viktor any extra ammunition against me,” Vasilios replied solemnly. “Arg, your father is probably going to rip my head off for disappearing in the first place,” I sighed and Vasilios put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall and we looked toward the stairs to see the Alpha an

“Adrian… tell me.” He swallowed hard. Night clung to him like a second skin—Jenna’s death, Jason’s pursuit, the ritual still boiling in his veins. But none of that weighed on him the way Emily’s gaze did. She looked at him with fear and courage tangled together, a look that told him she was willing to hear everything, even if it broke her. Adrian exhaled, long and shaky. “Jason,” he began quietly, “isn’t just another vampire. He’s a pureblood. One of the oldest. One of the strongest. One who sees humans as ingredients, not people.”

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

she said, wringing her hands. *Fuck, please don’t make me tell you this stuff. I don’t need to piss off any vamps,* she thought, scared. Fear radiated from her. “Greek vampires,” I asked. She nodded. “So you already know! Good I’ll get my stuff and be on my way,” she said, starting to get up. I dashed in front of her and wagged my finger. Okay so I wasn’t getting shit about Sadie’s family from her but this was just as important.

He nods and as an added affirmation of the vow, he says, “I am Gezer Zarn, a vampire of the Blood God. For all eternity, I, and all my descendants, will honor this vow.” Before I let go of his hand, I say, “I am Kaiya of Pitchford, a she-wolf of the Moon Goddess. For as long as I am alive, I will make sure that Gezer Zarn and his descendants will honor this vow. In exchange, I will do everything in my power to protect them.” “I’m guessing you will do the same thing with the others,” General Lorant interjects. Two vampires are standing behind him. This time they are docile. They cut both their palms and offers them to me.