Judas First Vampire Novels & Stories

Oscar asked with a voice that hinted of reverence. “Dracula is the first to be made vampire from man,” Rowan explained. “He is not an original sent here from a different dimension so long ago.” “Do you know who that would be?” the underling asked with genuine curiosity. “To my knowledge, only one remains. His name is Darius,” Rowan informed him. Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?”

I had been cowering, hiding from myself, for too long. This was who I truly was, I realised, booting a male vampire so hard in the kneecap that he stumbled towards the floor. I caught him with an upstroke, slamming my fist into his jaw and knocking his head back. His arms wheeled desperately, and I smiled at him before delivering the final, killing blow. I was a creature of death and darkness, walking a fine line between good and evil. I took life from the undeserving, from those who had had their fill and stepped fully into the night. I was a wraith, a ghost, the purple haze of a summer’s twilight; I was the first light of the rising stars, and the cold between them. I was Judgement, the cu

"It is no myth. Lupus Tenebris is the wolf born of blood and betrayal. Summoning it requires three things. The blood of an innocent soul, a piece of your enemy's flesh, and the light of the full moon reflected in still water. Then you call its name three times, never more, never less. But beware. Once unleashed it cannot be controlled. It will devour flesh, spirit, and soul." "I don't care." Judy snapped. "If it brings me power I will pay any price." Lomel laughed again. "I can see you will go further than any Bloodfang before you." He turned serious. "This knowledge is not free. If your brother learns I gave it to you he will burn me alive before dawn. You must—" His words were cut short as

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

Yep, Juliette is the last descendant of the Dracula race, a race that is said to be the ancestor of the vampire. The woman is above the level of all vampires because she has the blood of the first vampire ancestor. Not only that, the blood of Alucard, the ancient Dracula general who made the forbidden pact with the wasted angel Azazel was also flowing in his body. That's what makes Juliette the only pure descendant of the Dracula race that has survived until now. Juliette is also the reason why Damien has a sword that can kill a person even with a small scratch. A sword made from the bone fragments of the king of hell, Lucifer. And no one knows the reason why Juliette gave Damien his freedom

he said, bowing his head. "Who the hell is this?" Falcon asked, stunned. The man stepped forward, fangs just barely peeking beneath his lips. "I am Count Dracula Cresstooth. The King of All Vampires." Falcon's jaw dropped. "You're an original?!" The count chuckled darkly. "Not just an original. I'm the first-ever vampire." He glanced at Theo. "You may rise. What are you doing here, my child?" "It's a long story, Sire. But I promise you, these people are my friends."

The red light in his eyes slowly faded back to periwinkle blue. Then he turned to me, his face filled with worry. "Lysandra," he breathed, reaching out for me. "Are you hurt?" I looked at the wreckage of my kitchen, the blood on the floor, and the man who was apparently a thousand year king. "I'm... I'm okay," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But Ezekiel... he said you were his ancestor and the first vampire Is it true?" Ezekiel looked down at his bleeding hand and then back at me. "It is. I am the man they call the Father of vampires. And I’m afraid the war I tried to leave behind has finally found us."

“Zeus exiled the Goddess to the Moon. She could never set foot on Earth again. As for the hunter... he paid the highest price, losing his life for daring to touch a Goddess.” Owen lowered his voice as if revealing a secret. “The sons Zeus cursed: the eldest became cold as ice and was blessed with exceptional strength and speed, but cursed with a thirst for blood... becoming the first vampire. The youngest became hot as the sun, and also strong and fast, but was cursed to share his body with a beast, turning into it - the first wolf man.” Owen sighed.

"No wonder she is so, broken about love—" "I don't need to hear that," I interrupted. "I'm here to take care of Christine now, she's mine, and I'll never let her hurt again. Tell me this shit about him being a damn Incubus." My eyes brimmed with bloody tears. Not from sadness but such anger. Extreme emotions like sorrow or sadness can bring on a vampire's blood, tears but also extreme anger or emotion. Justin gulped, bending his knees, bowing his head. Not common in today's vampire submission actions, his parents taught him well.

Tobi confirmed that father was indeed in his right senses, yet I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around what he meant in his last sentence. For a very long time,e before I became an actual vampire, I was picked on for being human. I wasn’t the first of my kind to happen of course but that didn’t change anything, before me there was another Prince, Julian and before him a long time there was a princess, Anastasia. No one knew why we happen, but apparently, my kind could only happen in a royal bloodline. So it most likely happened because the other two and the ones before them were my ancestors.