Lord Vampire Novels & Stories

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

I scoffed, "Do you have any idea how large your book collection is?" "I do", came the short reply. I glared at him, "Then you must know that it takes time to sort them out". To my surprise, he shook his head, "No, it doesn't take much time, not for me". His eyes glinted with a faint hint of amusement. He is a vampire, of course, he is fast. I mentally facepalmed. "Sorry for being a human, my lord", I said icily. I expected a retort from him or some kind of reply but none came. He looked distant. I frowned, what has gotten into him? He had said that he was going somewhere and then...

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

To talk about sacrifice, me myself is one of his prime sacrifices as I have been dead and invisible for the World. I m his only beloved son but for the sake of his Clutch, I have been hidden from the World. I have respect his decision forever and will do it eternally. I don’t know much but Lilith told me when I was born, the devil priest saw the waves destroying the sun in my eyes. Sun is considered the biggest frailty of Vampires and it was destroyed by the waves. That was the time it was decided, my mission to destroy the most powerful enemy of Vampires, Werewolves.

CHAPTER FOUR. YEAR 1850... •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• A tall bulky man paced around in his Chambers – he was the Master vampire, known as Lord Edgar – he was aggravated, furious and bitter towards his son, Elbert. He couldn't believe that a mere human, a dirty slave was the one controlling his own son, the next Master vampire. The rumors were fueling the whole town, serving as a mockery and a stain upon the Edgar name.

So she went back to telling the story. “As commonly told the White Bat Alucard bit into his first human and created the first and Original Vampire. Causing the White Wolf Alpharix to also later bite his own human creating the first Lycan (Book 2). The White Lion is also another story. (Book 1)

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

“You tread dangerously close to insulting me. If you’ve come for my mate, you will not leave this place alive.” Their fear thickens. The smallest of the group, a wiry man with a gaunt face, takes a shaky step back. “We mean no harm, Lord Ramon. We... we didn’t know.” “Didn’t know?” My eyes narrow, and my voice drops, dripping with menace. “You dare lie to my face? You knew what you sought. But let me remind you, I am not some fledgling vampire to be trifled with. I am Ramon Kovah, Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan and an esteemed member Supreme Council. And you, all of you, are nothing but insects beneath my boot.”

There was no doubt in Landry’s mind that he was still hiding in his layer. “Where is your leader?” Landry demanded to know, a growl escaping from his throat. “If you want to get to him, then you’ll need to get through us,” one of the vampires spoke in a deep and dark tone. Landry was hoping he would say that; a scowl spread across his wolf’s mouth, revealing his sharp canines. He was ready to rip through some vampire flesh. Without another word, Landry and his men lunged. … Bernice’s POV