Master Vampire Novels & Stories

Master! “Yes Jerrif any news from our dear Majesty,” the voice owner is Harris Richard cliff. A big bad oldest vampire, seeking ultimate power to win over the entire world. “No,” the vampire servant said. “Pity, I have been waiting for my prey for so many years, and look, his Majesty is hiding like a new wife. Doesn't matter we almost reach that point. You can go now, I have some work to do.” ****** In Elsa's room, Elsa could feel in her sleep that her body was bouncing. Thereafter, she heard someone's voice.

Two female servants stared at me with their beady red eyes wearing the sluttiest maid uniforms I had ever seen. I turned my nose up at them both as they kneeled before me in my study. The books were worn, smelling of old leather and the mothballs that sat behind the bookshelves. Documents ranging from vampire history back thousands of years to the recent events of humans being allowed into the Bergarian world. I was the Duke of the house Morealus, 15 times great, of one of the first original vampires in existence. Morealus was his name, and I take that name with pride. It is I who is to carry on his bloodline.

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim. The Master's presence was a living, breathing entity, exuding an aura of unbridled power and malevolence. His very existence seemed to defy nature, as if he had transcended the boundaries of mortality to become a creature of dark legend. A rogue vampire, feared by his own kind, the Master fed directly on human blood, reveling in the terror and destruction he inspired. His thirst for blood was insatiable, his cruelty boundless. The whispers of his atrocities sent shivers through even the most hardened vampire hearts.

Mavin asked angrily while glaring at Arthur with gritty teeth. He hated this Arthur guy, first, he stole his high school and college crush, and now what was he doing at this party? "Get the fuck out of here before I call security on you, people like you shouldn't be allowed here!" Mavin continued in a harsh tone as he violently poked Arthur in the chest, his voice was high this time, getting everyone's attention. What Mavin didn't know was that the man he is insulting is the Master Stark everyone has been waiting for, and everyone knew that except him.

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

"And what are those?" "First, the Vladers. They are the type of vampires who possesses mind reading. They are the strongest type of vampire so they are the first. You can only tell if Vlader is a vampire if they have bloodshot or red eyes. They lead the other vampires so don't try to fight them or you will be the first to die. And don't approach them, they'll know what you're thinking," Then Vlader is the man of my dreams. The strongest type of vampire. Strongest of all vampires. But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real!

He wanted a reaction from me and he got the response he was clearly searching for. “You fucking bastard!” I raised my fist to punch him in the face, but with a speed that didn't surprise me anymore, he disappeared from the spot and appeared at the other corner of the dark basement. “You really underestimate me, Aurora or should I say Rose? Have you forgotten exactly what I am?” His eyes gleamed with pride and mischief. “A vampire. And not just any vampire. I am the leader of all vampires. I am Lucious Vladimir, the king of all vampires.”

All eyes were on him, His aura was dark and he was unapproachable, no one dared to come closer. He walked inside the company and his employees greeted him but He kept an expressionless face without returning Their greeting. He entered his office and his Assistance was waiting for him. "Boss you are here. The meeting will start in the next 10 minutes." Mike said, happy to see his boss. Mike is Casper's personal assistant, he is also a vampire, A high rank vampire. His skin is pale,and his eyes are brown. He is quite handsome but not as handsome as Casper.

Despite its austere appearance, the safe house was a place of refuge for the hunters, a sanctuary where they could rest and regroup before heading out on their next mission. Displayed proudly above the fireplace rows upon rows of master vampires fangs lined the wall. Master vampires over 500 years old are among the oldest and most powerful of their kind. They have survived countless battles, witnessed the rise and fall of empires, and accumulated a wealth of knowledge and experience that sets them apart from their younger counterparts. These vampires are often solitary creatures, preferring to keep to themselves and avoid the co