Old Vampire Novels & Stories

Leonardo’s jaw tightened, but he nodded, his eyes flickering with fear. “It’s real. Cassian Varnholt. He’s one of the oldest vampires in Greeley—maybe all of Pennsylvania. He’s been around for centuries.” I leaned closer, my silver eyes boring into his. “Tell me about him. Everything you know.” He hesitated, his gaze darting to the dagger. I pressed it against his throat, the silver sizzling against his skin. He hissed, his body jerking.

Yet he had somehow gotten it. “Well, I was just curious.” “Yes yes, it is unusual to see an old vampire because vampires do not impurify the old. They believe oldee folks have already gotten to live their best lives and so they deem it uneccessary to convert them”—it was first time I had heard someone use a different word other than ‘impurify’ to describe to the process of human to vampire—“but I was a rather unique case, a curious lil fella a very long time ago. Well, my curiosity drove me to the wrong places and then I was met with a fate. Die right there, or live and get all the answers I wanted to know…”

Is he for real? "What kind of monster are you?" The old man smirks. "Well, maybe before I snatch your life from you, maybe you have the right to know what kind of monster is going to kill you. I'm Voger Hrren, the King of Vampires. I was the husband of the famous hybrid That's how you think you know as well. If you came from the underworld, then maybe you know her by now. I was a monster who only drink blood of all of the creature."

Its long, white hair is tattered, sweeping in a tangled mess below its thin waist. Emilia couldn’t believe what she was looking at. She could feel the terror that boiled out of the dog and pitied it. What they were looking at was something out of her worst nightmares. Something old, and dark, and evil. Standing before the dog was the oldest vampire she had ever seen. She resisted the urge to leave the vision. The dog’s fear had been a pitiful thing to witness as the vampire regarded it. She knew what she was looking at, but her mind could not reconcile it. How could there be such an old vampire in Moonwood? How did such an old vampire<

Night< My pack, alongside Walker, Barnabas and Patrick, reaches the old village and we make our way towards the ruins of the old church. As we enter the perimeter of the ruins, I catch a sight of Seven standing beside the edge of a vast hole in the ground. It is large enough for an entire car to fit in. A glowing orb of light is hovering behind the oracle. It is the soul of the First Vampire. However, there´s another figure standing behind Seven. “Oh my God, Jeremy.”

“I’ve vaguely heard of such a thing during my training. I will admit. We hunters understand little about it, aside from the fact that killing a vampire’s mate is one of the best ways to torture them.” Ollie pressed the knife into Gaia’s throat, drawing a trickle of blood. Bash growled. “You must have a serious death wish, you dumb fuck. Do you really think you’re a match for me? I’m thousands of years old,” Sebastian warned. “Thousands?” Oliver was impressed. “Wow! Even better. Wait until I tell my father I’ve taken out an ancient vampire single-handed! They’ll all be kissing my ass.” Bash’s laugh echoed through the building. “And how do you expect to perform such a feat?”

“We don't lock anyone up in this bunker.” I frowned. Mr. Alvaro's gaze turned toward a short young man whose face was very similar to Dylan O'Brien's. The young man grinned nervously. “Sorry, Uncle, I thought Uncle took the woman into custody. The problem is she is a vampire, so I thought—” “Right, you thought!” Mr. Alvaro barked. The people inside the bunker laughed. “And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!”

ALEXANDER Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was worried. This was really bad. I’d never seen a full-grown werewolf get sick before. Adult werewolves didn’t get sick. At least not until they got past a certain age. I’d, of course, known of elderly werewolves who got sick, growing weak from the aging process. But not twenty-year-old ones!

an elder stands from her seat her voice laces with surprise. “The prophecy of the blood bride seems to be true because the girl you see here can be best described as “best of both worlds” she is a vampire and witch as well.” As if I was with disease, every vampire around me shifted so as not to contact it maybe. Disgust spread through their faces. “What are you doing Tyril?” I whisper to Tryil who is behind me with a knowing smile. “What a Vampire prince like me should do, protect his people from foes.”

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h