Lord Vampire Novels & Stories

It was a place where old laws were written, where treaties were forged in blood, where war had been both declared and averted countless times. And tonight, it held the last remnants of a world on the edge of annihilation. A vampire lord stood first. His crimson eyes gleamed under the flickering torchlight, his voice sharp as shattered glass. “We’ve all felt it,” he said coldly. “Something has awakened. Something beyond any of us.”

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

I cannot embarrass Mihai in front of the others, i imagine the punishment for that would be worse than what i have already faced at his hands. The second and third vampire to enter were watching the entire conversation, the one of the left had black hair and eyes to match, his suit a deep crimson red. He had a scar across half of his face, and it was gruesome. Whoever did it came close to taking his head off, I'm sure of it. The one on the right had light brown hair and hazel eyes, though i knew they’d turn black the moment he saw blood, they all do. It is an easy way to tell the Nati apart from turned vampires, their eyes turn red with bloodlust, not black.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

he growls, his voice filled with defiance. But the vampire merely laughs, taunting him. “Pathetic.” Just as the vampire is about to deliver another blow, a blast of magic explodes from the elven warriors, striking him and forcing him back. He stumbles, momentarily disoriented, and Lorenzo seizes the opportunity. With a roar, he lunges forward, his claws sinking into the vampire’s shoulder, tearing through flesh. The vampire shrieks in pain, his smug expression replaced with rage and frustration. “You’re not invincible,” Lorenzo snarls, his voice laced with satisfaction. “And you’ll never get that artifact.”

Once I was relaxed, I would continue the journey on the path to the Crite. There was this one day when I headed to the market to fill up the pantry for The Lord and Lady. When I accidentally bumped into this gorgeous Bampire. His name was LD. He had green eyes with specks of electric blue in them. He was not tall but very built with straight black hair. He had a distinctive smell as I had never smelled before. He was very intoxicating. We began to have a conversation and were getting to know one another. He was very respectful and asked me if he could walk me home. I told him yes, and we began the journey back to Bluestoria. During our walk, he asked me where I came from and who my parents w

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders

I took another sip, savoring the flavor as it rushed down my throat and throughout my body. “You did a good job maintaining self-control,” Lance said, giving me a sexy smile. “If I would have known that you were so drained, I would have fed you myself.” “Umm... be careful what you offer.” One corner of my lips curled into a smile. “I just may take you up on it later.” Then something dawned on me. “Do you think Jack the Ripper was a vampire gone wild?” Lance chuckled. “He was. The Leader of the Vampire Faction in London tracked him down and ended up taking him out.”

*** Stuard Knight's castle was very tense, two vampires were enjoying the blood of two prostitutes that night. "Forgive me, Miss! Save me!" asked a bitch who still hadn't been bitten. "Ah, annoying! Have you drained all of that woman's blood yet?" asked Lamia looking at the dead bitch stiffly. "There's still some left! If you're still lacking you can drink another one!" Stuard replied pointing to the cornered bitch in the corner of the room. Lamia approached the corpse and bit the side of the neck that was still clean, the female vampire sucked so horribly that the body of the bitch that was originally fresh became wrinkled like an old woman.

Lord Voldemort declared as his eyes took a shade of black and the hall was engulfed with a deadly aura. . . . CAMDEN COLLEGE. "Any update about Dorian and co?" Mr Derek asked the wolves which he had assembled earlier in search of the missing teens. "We're sorry Mr Derek but we weren't able to..." The wolf couldn't finish his statement as he was interrupted by an angry voice. "What the hell happened to my son?" A man yelled as he walked into Mr Derek office making the wolves flinch in fear. Who wouldn't be scared of him? He was the almighty vampire, the mercyless and fearless God of war who has killed countless alphas during wars.