Greek Vampire Novels & Stories

They were known to be the most ruthless vampire coven in the east coast of Romania. Drengr are the pure bred vampires, they are the first vampires to ever come into existence. They have physical strength and speed, they can also control minds. Ultra violet rays, sunlight, and garlic have no effect on purebloods. They are immortals unlike werewolves who weren't blessed with immortality. Purebloods can only be terminated with a silver stake through the heart and must also be decapitated or they would be resurrected. Callan knew if the leader of the Vampire coven finds out that they had a mate, he would immediately try to eliminate her. Over their dead body will they allow any harm to come to t

Many wear crosses around the necks and many carry stakes along with them. The traditional story of vampires starts with Vlad the Impaler,(also known as Count Dracula ), a ruler who killed people in the most horrific ways. He was cursed by a priest to never find peace even after death. After he died in a war, he returned to his palace as someone who was neither dead nor living. The traditional story says that Van Helsing killed Vlad the Impaler by first finding out where he slept and then putting a stake through the heart. The final step involves chopping off the head and putting garlic in the mouth.

The only fast way was simply to swim considering this side of the beach was deserted with no speed boats in sight. "Going for a swim?" a male voice asked with an Irish accent. Kim spun around heel in head ready to take him. The man regarded her coolly. He had reddish brown hair falling to his shoulders and he stood perfectly still in a black suit. He looked to be in his twenties, maybe older with scruff covering his chin and cheeks. After a second of analyzing him, Kim knew without a doubt he was a vampire. No human could have snuck up on her so easily.

The vampire who slapped the girl, roared at the girl. Zeus already knew that the information that vampire just provided was meant for Zeus and Ryan. "That's right, there is no God listening to you anymore. We own your pathetic lives." The vampire at the front added. There was a smirk on his face. As if she knew he had won a war.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

"Then let us make the dream look pale in comparison. I want to fuck you until you forget everything but my cock inside you." I swooned internally. OMG! I had no idea that the Vampire Lord had such a dirty mouth. Always acting all prim and proper. He leaned down and kissed me hungrily. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of the wine we had just shared and something uniquely dark and addictive. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. I sucked on his tongue, moaning softly as our lips moved together, wet and urgent.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

“But the Lydo I know won’t think of killing me.” “No Zuka, that Lydo is dead!” Zuka tilted backward on his heel. “Don’t hate me for your death.” Vampire possesses a fit of rage known as ‘vampiric rage’ – that is way beyond ‘wolf rage.’ Vampires’ anger can be triggered in many ways and the result is the destruction of the person that triggered it. No one wants to piss off a vampire. Pissing off a dead vampire is no way to go either.