Old Vampire Novels & Stories

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

While Chief searches underground, the junior roams around the outer of the greenhouse for the vampire. Then after some minutes, the chief got to the last place and opened the door to check and found out that the vampire was none other than one of the boys, he and junior talked in the evening. He is the quiet one and looks at them so silent also the person he took here and tried to kill by drinking blood is that vampire’s friend who spoke with the chief so bravely. After finding out, soon the chief started to shoot right straight at the vampire but its speed is so impressive that even it can able to dodge bullets so fine than escape so hard.

The vampires gathered inside the palace. Their screams and cheers.. Mateo's instructions. The number picking... The vague memory of hundreds of girls and women standing and cowering in fear. Nina was the only lady standing tall among them.She wasn't the least afraid. Then the two huge Vampires. Alicia decided that they were ancient vampires. However ,the moment he dug his fangs into Nina's neck and blood pumped out in such a fierce way including Nina's piercing scream,Alicia was unable to watch again.

Helia looked unfazed by outburst as she continued to watch the scene before us. “Vampires are the only creatures that stop aging. The rest us age at a human rate until about age twenty and then it slows. The reason I live so long is because I am a crone and a crone cannot die until she names her successor, which I have not.” Her explanation was so simple yet complex at the same time. I was going to ask why she wouldn’t name her replacement but Arc’s roaring voice stopped me. “NO! We must attack now before Erebus illegally uses the portal again and transports more turned humans here!” Arc shouted pacing in front of the throne. Celeste regarded him coolly.

Master! “Yes Jerrif any news from our dear Majesty,” the voice owner is Harris Richard cliff. A big bad oldest vampire, seeking ultimate power to win over the entire world. “No,” the vampire servant said. “Pity, I have been waiting for my prey for so many years, and look, his Majesty is hiding like a new wife. Doesn't matter we almost reach that point. You can go now, I have some work to do.” ****** In Elsa's room, Elsa could feel in her sleep that her body was bouncing. Thereafter, she heard someone's voice.

He saw his son being lifted higher and thrown to the side like a rag doll. Then, the dark figure stepped into the light. It looked like an old man, but with grotesque features that could only be described as inhuman. The father of the boy struggled once more to get up and was able to crawl to the door leading to the deck. The door burst open and he pushed himself to crawl out. Behind him, the dark figure approached, its eyes a brighter red. Just as the father of the boy was stepping out into the light, he was yanked violently backwards and the door was shut as his muffled cries were drowned by the wind and the waves.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

Xavier asked incredulously. “A very old vamp.” I responded dryly. "I thought vampires don't grow old," Nyra whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the macabre decor. "Some get transformed as old guys," I responded. "It happens. A mistake, or a perverse choice." A shuffling sound came from a darkened parlor. A figure emerged, leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden cane. He was ancient, his skin a roadmap of wrinkles, his white hair thin and wispy. But his eyes were sharp, a startlingly clear and venomous blue.

Someone had decided Hannah was worth hunting. And that made her my problem. Whether she knew it or not. Whether I wanted it or not. A familiar presence interrupted my thoughts. I stopped walking. I didn't need to turn around. I knew who it was. Only a handful of vampires carried an aura old enough to be recognized before they spoke. This was one of them. The elder stepped from the shadows. Dark hair. Dark coat. Ancient eyes. The sort of vampire who had survived long enough to become dangerous in ways younger creatures couldn't comprehend.

Adrian took a big breath and finally moved those big blue eyes to Shay, "Who cares what a vampire thinks of you? All he does is smoke and drink blood. He won't win this. He's too old." "Ah, Hart, you're being the asshole now. I'm not even the oldest vampire here. Anton was present during the medieval era," Ivan scoffed behind her. His voice sounded amused, "Back me up, Anton." "Bah, I don't care about you enough," Anton muttered, voice bored and raspy as hell, "Can we go back to work? This is boring me."