Old Vampire Novels & Stories

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

"This is life! Go kill each other people!" I even clapped while yelling. Some of them are too old so it's really easy for a vampire to defeat them

The sweat on Darick's chest glistened as moonlight pierced through the window and onto his body. I wasn’t sure whether he was going to answer me or not after the conversation we just had, but he surprised me—his tone was casual and tired. "Hmm, let’s start with ancient vampires. These vampires are between the ages of one thousand to five thousand years. They are the strongest type of non-original vampires,” he explained. I sat up, eager to hear more. "Now, the first and oldest vampires in the world—the Original Vampires—have powers and abilities are that are the most advanced. Their advanced age grants them much more strength and power than any other generation, and they are by far superior

Deep down they both had known there were a myriad of reasons why the Alpha required their presence, so it was pointless to speculate until they spoke with him. Neither of them had imagined it would be what was finally revealed. They hadn't even considered checking down their Triumvirate bond for Gard's presence. How could they have imagined it? Gard was the oldest vampire in existence, over six thousand years old. His mate, Sarayne, was the first and oldest Vârcolac, a hybrid child of vampire and Were, and over three thousand years old. It was unthinkable that anything could have bested these two powerful individuals but something had, and now they were missing.

Oscar said, “but there’s still some in her for the taking.” Visibly shuddering, the older vampire said with a grimace, “I’m not sure I can do it with the likes of that.” Raising a brow with surprise, Oscar said, “Really? You do not have to look at her. Just fuck her. Once you are doing it, keep your eyes closed and you will not know the difference. That is what I do.” “Damn,” Samuel hissed as he unfastened his pants and let them drop to his ankles. “I must be desperate to climb on top of such an ugly old hag. She is nothing but bones and wrinkled skin.”

Danté saw the ink thicken here, she must have dipped the feather again. "We must accept this, the world cannot stay the same, we can't allow it to be, selfish acts only lead to more selfish behavior from future generations, they learn from us after all, we need to teach them, show them change is good... The five most elderly vampires has fallen by the sword of Vlad Dracul, he created them, he ended them, an event that came full circle, change. Vlad has fallen by the canines of once Omega, now Queen Tala Vladimir Tamaska, her name will be spoken of for years to come, showing its not just the strongest warrior that poses the greatest threat, or the only hope.

Lexy asked again. “There is no way to do that. Their bodies are basically dead before they become a vampire,” one answered weakly. He was the oldest among the remaining five vampires. He answered weakly not because he was losing his strength, it was actually because he wanted to appear like he was dying and take his cue to attack when the enemy lets its guard down.

It looked like it had already been twenty-four hours. "Ric.." I held his wrist to sense what was going on in his mind, and my eyes widened when I realized that he was planning to steal the royal kid and kill me as well. I quickly left his wrist and moved back. I didn’t miss seeing how he thought that the blood that he drank might belong to Queen Lenora herself. In that case, the amount of power Alaric had was no less than thousands of years old. The vampires older than thousands of years were called Antediluvians.

“The real threat is not them, it comes from Ares, the little shit,” Alpha said. “We’ve been fighting for so long with him without making any headway, he is like his father, they come and take whenever they want, however they want,” Alpha said, there were murmurs of agreement. “You are right” another voice answered from somewhere above. Wolves started getting uneasy. The ancient vampire had spoken. Legend has it that he was the oldest vampire in history, dating back thousands of years.

And then something occurs to me, "Did you just say the first vampire?” My grandfather takes a struggling Ariel from me, throwing her to the other wolves will transform and hold her, “Malcolm is the oldest living vampire. He just wanders about. I first met him when I was a boy. It's a long story. But ultimately, we maintained a friendly relationship over the years. I see him every few decades.” “You’re friends with the oldest living vampire?” I ask him again, forgetting for a moment that I am a powerful Alpha in my own right, as I gaze at my grandfather in awe.