Noble Vampire Novels & Stories

It's black, and there's only a chair with a table. They try to open the door, but it's locked. They can smell us, too, surely. "Everything will be fine," Nicole whispers with her lips. I nod and prepare for the worst. They forcefully break the door, and I flinch in fright. Everything is dark, but with my wolf vision, I can see clearly. Then a vampire enters with red eyes, intense black hair, and very pale skin. "We meet again, Jane," the vampire says with a warm but fake smile.

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

The young vamp wolf zoomed in front of the pastor starring in the pastor’s eyes as his own shifted to a crimson red. “Tell us what we need to know Scott said as tears proud from his eyes. “Scotty?” The Pastor stood still his eyes wide open and is willing to resist the strange trance was absent. “What was our mom’s job?” Pastor Miles remained in tranced as he was completed to answer Scott's questions. “To keep the royal half-blood from falling into the wrong hands?” “Who’s the royal half-blood?” Scott asked. The pastor answered the vamp wolf with unwilling honesty. “You are, Scott Nollax.”

prideful to Celeste, while he simply placed his right fist to his heart. This guy must be some big deal if he didn’t have to bow. “Who is he? Better yet who are all these people?” I asked Helia who was watching like she already seen this before. “That man is named Arc. These are the men in the army he leads. The woman on the throne is the creator. She is the first vampire and ruler of Nexus. The older woman is a crone of this time named Hildegarde. And the little, scared looking girl is me.” My head jerked up quickly. Her statement just shocked some life into me. Slowly I moved myself into a sitting position.

Aster: Behind the desk sat an impressive man. He was attractive, like all of them, with amazing white hair and the most unique eyes she had ever seen – icy, pale blue. Do vampires only transform good-looking people? She wondered. He looked strangely familiar, and when he spoke she had the uncomfortable feeling that she had heard his voice somewhere before. “Miss Montgomery,” he said, and his deep, gravelly voice sent shivers up and down her spine. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Said Adrian who again convinced Alexis to ask him a question about himself right there. Alexis was silent for a moment. The only question that she had wanted to ask for a long time, suddenly appeared in her mind. Alexis looked away from Adrian and focused on the path in the forest in front of her. “Back in the mythology class in class, Mr. Joylon once said that there are many kinds of vampires. There are original vampires, and new born vampires. I've had this question for a long time, but... I've always been hesitant to ask it. Adrian, how did you get turn into a vampire?”

"I knew they kept you somewhere in this wing." I slowly turned my head. Standing a few feet away was a young noble. He couldn't have been older than twenty-five, dressed in an extravagant velvet coat that practically screamed old money. His eyes were wide, bloodshot with drink and a manic sort of greed as he stared at my pale skin and long black hair. He had clearly skipped the service outside just to hunt me down. "You're the one," the noble breathed, taking a predatory step closer. "The oldest vampire in the realm. My father told me about you. He said Lord Vincent used to boast about having a creature that could seduce a man to death."