Noble Vampire Novels & Stories

He smile widely. "We are! I am Drake Nikolaevich. The very first true blood vampire. And my wife is the pureblood Lycan Queen, Nadea. And you, Melody Ania Nikolaevich, are our powerful, beautiful princess. And your fated mate here is a pure blood werewolf. And he's not just a simple warrior either. " He says with an approving smile. So how does the vampire world not know that my last name was the last name od the vampire lord. "I would want him even if he were a demon or human," I said softly.

June reported to me as he handed me the laboratory report that had high DNA percentage accuracy. "A noble from a vampire clan? What do they want from our pack? Was it even a nomad?" I squinted my eyes and curiously wondered. "From what I know about them if a noble or a member of their council were only turned nomad if they were stripped down from nobility and exiled." He replied as he handed me another file report regarding the vampire nail owner. "Same with the case of Sonny," I stated as I read the file, and somehow, I was not surprised by the name I was reading on the report.

"It's impossible for Blood Energy to coexist peacefully with other types of energy!" Blood Energy was the strength of every Noble Vampire. Every vampire of ancient and majestic origins was capable of using Blood Energy. In the past there were ten who could use this power, but after the Asgardian Cleansing, there were only four left. However, even among the four there were levels to consider when it came to Blood Energy.

I remembered back in the days when the twins tutored me that ‘bloodlust’ is the final form of a vampire’s core power. Wherein in the werewolf world it is only ‘pheromones’. In addition to that, only one of noble blood can unleash ‘bloodlust’. Meaning, Sebastian and Miranda could only reach the ‘essence’ level. Which is the final strongest form they could ever reach. Even that is so hard to accomplish. But all of the vampires residing here in the Northern Castle can unleash their essence. The first and basic form is ‘aura’ and the second one’s called resonance. And Vladimyr or any other noble vampires has access to all of them. It just depends on how they wante

*CONFERENCE WITH THE NOBLES AND NOBLESSES* "The lycan was not supposed to be attacked," a noblesse says. A noble on her right snickers. "Are you saying that because you are attracted to him?" The nobless who first spoke and is referred to as noblesse A rolls her eyes. "That is in fact not why." "Then why?" "He is important in our mission," noblesse A says. "Which is exactly why he is not dead," a noble says

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

“What else would I be? They don’t exactly let vampires feed on each other, you know.” I stayed standing, arms crossed tightly. “So it’s just the pure-bloods who keep feeders?” “Oh no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Most vampires do. Even the sired ones. Master Ramez, for example—he was sired by Master Perth. He’s not a pure-blood, but he has feeders too. That’s why I’m here.” She tapped her chest proudly. “I’m his.” I blinked at her, my mind struggling to keep up. “So basically… almost every vampire has a feeder?”

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

Their predecessor was a noble who was assassinated which was not unusual among vampires. As common knowledge, the noble used to torture people day and night in this very dungeon. Blood of vampires and humans alike coated the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, and had not been rinsed. Despite his power to break free of the chains that wrapped around his small body, like a hungry python, he let them and the filthy place devour him.