Noble Vampire Novels & Stories

The details of how he became a vampire aren’t clear since he has never really talked about it, and no one else has ever come forward to claim that he or she sired him or knew who did. One other thing I found the most strange when it came to Yuri, which was arguably a long list was how he had no accent. He usually spoke a clear clean-cultish language, which meant that he either worked hard to get rid of his accent, or he wasn’t from where legend had it that he came from.

I couldn't help but admire his abs and bulging muscles which were visible from his shirt. What is he? He had this intense sweet scent that also felt sour at the same time. Is he a vampire? Vampires are real? And my mate is one?!. Alaric's POV.. She's definitely my mate, but what is she? From the scent and aura I felt, She's definitely a wolf, and a top breed , possibly an Alpha to be. My mate is a wolf? How is that possible, I'm an ancient Vampire, how would I mate with a wolf.

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.

What's more, the cleansing water didn't do any minor damage as badly as he had expected earlier. A human who could easily become a vampire with just a drop of the blood of a noble class vampire or below, of course could not become a vampire stronger than a blood donor. But with purebreds, that is extremely rare. It must be known that the blood of pure blood is extremely noble, anyone who is not suitable to drink it will be melted immediately. And the ratio of that right or wrong is almost 1/1 billion. Which means, out of a billion people, it's lucky to find one who drinks pure-blood vampire blood and becomes a vampire.

, I fired, my headache coming back with the force of the high wind. "You can't tell the difference between a newly made rebel and a normal vampire, Lanie", I clarified, when I found her looking at me like she didn't know if I was on the same planet with her. "It's not as if they write it on their forehead". "I heard that they can indeed tell. That the rebels have some sort of tattoo at the back of their neck", Lanie argued "And you heard it from who? The tarot reader down on Goblin street?", I deadpanned, rolling my eyes as I faced the ceiling again, my mind and thoughts in a different place as to my body.

I was going to have a lot of fun ripping each of their heads off. I heard a hiss coming from behind me. I turned back to find the cloaked vampire, who fed on my mate. I looked at her face, instantly recognizing her. She was Nicolette Morningstar, a pure blood vampire from a royal bloodline, she represented the vampires in the congregation. The congregation was a council, with a round table of every supernatural species in the world. I remember meeting Nicolette in London, 1967, at one of the balls held by the congregation. I heard she fell in love with a werewolf and was, disowned by her father, the vampire overlord. She later died, hunted and killed by some werewolves.

I asked cautiously, aware that the topic might seem unfamiliar to him. Edmond furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nosferatu vampires? No, I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. I nodded, understanding his response. "They are a secretive and reclusive group of vampires known for their nocturnal activities and aversion to sunlight," I explained. "We've come across some information that suggests they might be involved in certain mysterious incidents in Crescentville, including your mother's disappearance." Edmond's eyes widened in surprise. "Vampires? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel," he said, disbelief evident in his voice.

With a sarcastic smile on my face, I said, "Henry, you do realise that that's not how a Vampire's age works, right? And, I am a vampire king so obviously I don't freaking work like normal vampires even. So, how do you expect me to work with a human's age system. They don't even live past eighty-five as a matter of fact." "Well, if you're a vampire king, Your Majesty. I'm a Vampire Duke. Which makes me highly aware of the fact that that's not how things work for us. I was just trying to be funny. But seriously, have you thought about how we're gonna deal with the nobles. Because Knife is probably their worst nightmare. So, they are not going to sit back and watch them be their queen." Henry s

He was still breathing, holding his slashed neck with his arm as he raised the other one towards me, trying to stop me from doing what I was about to do. "When your fellow hunters see this, they'll know I'm not a force to reckon with. I'm Adonis, a fucking vampire who has lived for two hundred years. Do you think I lived that long just to get killed by a loser like you?" The first thing I did was to hit him on the head with the iron stake, making him lose consciousness completely. The last thing I did was dig the iron stake into his heart the same way he would have done to me if he had the chance.