Master Vampire Novels & Stories

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

I wriggled my eyes, knowing it came from the King himself. “She’s just someone who woke you up. Why are you getting worked up?” King Vladmir stated. Javier took my small hands, fitting it with his large ones. There were harsh dark veins underneath his eyes. His pupils dilated into pure black, different from other vampires in a fascinating way. “Maya.Is.Mine.” he seethed, back. “Her body belongs to me, Vladmir.” Tension was predominant in the air. I looked around and could see some maids peeking, at this scene. My heart pounded hastily at the fear that these two men might have a fight, because of me. Silently, I thought of what to do…

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.

The bastard was dead. When Jeremy lifted his gaze, Maverick was staring at him, panting at having won his own battle against one of the vamps. As he looked toward Jeremy, his face twisted with confusion and anger. “What the fuck do you mean you’re not a Grey Wolf?” he snarled.

Zeus could see hurt in his eyes. Master Vincent: He is my blood. He is my flesh. He is my grandson. Alpha Zeus: What? He can't be. Zeus replied and shook his head. Master Vincent: You can't take your eyes off of my face and yet you are still denying it. You can see his face, can't you? Alpha Zeus: But if you are... then he is… Is he an immortal? A vampire? Master Vincent: Yes he is. He is a vampire. I can't believe it's been eighteen years. He is an adult now.

I allow my fangs to elongate, my golden eyes burning brighter as I take another step forward. “You presume too much,” I say, my voice cold and unyielding. “Do you think I fear what’s to come? I am Ramon Kovah, the Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan, an esteemed member of the Supreme Council. I have walked this earth for centuries, spilling the blood of creatures far mightier than you. And you...” I gesture to them with a disdainful flick of my hand, “are nothing but pests.” The witches tremble under my gaze, their magic faltering. One of them stumbles back, muttering a spell under her breath, but it fizzles out before she can finish.

Kat left, and Tyler took the seat that she had vacated. "Please have a seat," Monica said to the two. They were both vamps. I opened the folder. The two vamps stared at the crucifix around my neck and dropped teeth. I stared at them. One was a tall thin, slick-dressed man. He reminded me of a pimp. His hair was dark and tied behind him in a long ponytail. The other was small and looked like a weasel. What criteria did Masters use when turning vamps? These two looked like two-bit thugs.

he asked softly looking up from the blood of his hands “no my king” mave said eyes widening “my father was not a nice man or vampire i was born in the time of vampires taking what they wanted, my father thought i was pretty from my twelfth birthday until i hit puberty at sixteen and shot up into the giant before you, so my little mave when you say that barry came to your room and took what was not asked for i take it as one of the hardest things someone has to overcome, woman or no the next time someone takes what you have not freely given mave and you do not tell me i will kill YOU mave not the offender because you have recourse, you have back up, and you have a family, one that cares what

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

I have to admit that he's an imposing figure, with his wide chest and impossibly long frame. He stoops down and grabs the woman's chin, forcing her to face him. "I am Desmond Stewart and I am your master. From now on, until I free you from this bind, your will is no longer your own. You will forget everything that happens and your mind will be clear of any words, thoughts, desires, or feelings." He is glamoring her, and I am very confused. Aren't vampires limited to one attendant each by law? The woman's eyes seem to focus and unfocus, and a few seconds later, she smiles at him.