Noble Vampire Novels & Stories

It wasn’t that the vampires hadn’t reached the part of the village yet; it was because someone with a higher status than all of the vampires outside had already claimed this place. A noble. The vampire who leads troops that attack a pack. A noble was inside the house, feasting on the blood of the female werewolves.

Zion tried to be friendly. "Speak for yourself." The nobleman vampire spoke up. "I'll be rescued soon. Or at least bought by one of my peers. Vampires always save each other from these kinds of things. Especially noble ones such as myself. We are strong creatures." He had a thick Russian accent. "If you're so strong, How'd you get caught by a lowly bounty seeker?" I asked cruelly. I hate pompous vampires. "It was a moment of weakness." He said it like it was nothing. "What are you, some kind of dark fairy?"

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

She had to get re-accustomed to her body, which had become about twice as strong in the span of a night. After going through their memories, Nya had discovered that they were actually nobles of vampire aristocracy, who were on holiday. This briefly worried her, but she soon dismissed it, opting to focus on immediate concerns. She has also discovered that the vampires had brought weapons with them. They each carried with them a combat dagger, and what she assumed to be weird handguns. She tested her proficiency with both kinds of weapons, and found that her past expertise as a soldier made her proficient with both.

“No strings attached, huh?” Sofia tried to play it cool, not wanting him to get the idea that just because they had the evening of their lives together now, she would become some kind of sticky attachment. There was a certain tradition among the noble-born vampire bloodlines about being a mite too intense, but for all the commanding air Somito exuded, human guys and vampire guys were not the same thing—and that’s the truth.

"That's impossible." "Why?" "Because vampires eat people." He sighed. "Too many movies." I glared at him and he ignored it. "Most vampires here survive on animal blood. Highly regulated portions." I blinked. "What?" "Nobles receive a single ounce of human blood each month." "A month?" "To ease the craving." My jaw dropped. "The king is different." His expression darkened. "He drinks daily." "Why?" "To remain sane." I narrowed my eyes at him, "Who are you by the way?"

"Very well, I can explain, Brother Federico—your new maid has offended me. Since she's no one special, she should be disposed of." Alessia finally grins, careful not to show her fangs. She doesn't know how much pathetic, ugly, mortal Hailey has been told—and she will not risk offending her beloved over something so trivial. People like Hailey deserve to be in the dark until they die. People who believe her beloved Federico is the fourth generation of the original Don Federico Vitale instead of the original don himself should hear no secrets of the supernatural. Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to

A look of despair appears on the girl's face as if she's silently pleading for me to ignore them and continue to my destination. The Vampire steps even closer to me. From the way he’s eyeing me, it is not hard to tell he’s sizing me up to get a feel for how strong or weak of a Noble I am. I suppose the Dean's assistant was right after all. He leans down, close to my neck, inhaling my scent, and I ready myself to strangle him in case he decides to move mad by trying to sink his dirty fangs into my skin. "What are you… A shifter, a caster, an elemental, a siren?" He suddenly asks.

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."

He absentmindedly rubbed my back as I drank the metallic flavored liquid. The whole process didn't last long. Just a few seconds, the needed time for his cut to fully heal. But it was more than enough. I leaned my head on his shoulder letting his blood do the magic. I closed my eyes waiting for the uncomfortable sensation to pass. Noble vampire's blood can heal humans but the feeling was not pleasant. "Vivy?" He asked me softly as he hugged me. "Tell me, what's going on?" "I don't know how to say it," I whispered, losing my battle against the tears.