Old Vampire Novels & Stories

It was frustrating, but she decided to stand back and just watch. She gasped when the tallest of the new vampires grabbed the Elder’s neck and snapped it, making him fall to the ground. Ruby let out a scream, which he couldn’t hear. She wasn’t sure if this Elder was dead or not; was it that easy to kill them? As if to answer her unspoken question, another of the vampires searched the elder and came across a silver stake which he soon plunged into his heart. Ruby felt weak; there was no doubt in her mind now, he was definitely dead.

Aurelius roared as cracks of dark red veins appeared under his eyes and his bright blue eyes got covered by blood. “Where is Hadrian?” Elijah almost stepped backward. “I took care of him. He wouldn't be able to use his powers for a while.” Diana simpered as she stepped toward Aurelius. Within a second, Aurelius sped toward them, snapping their necks one after the other even before they could defend themselves. Diana gave a side smile. His strength and speed showed that he was indeed the oldest vampire alive. Diana opened a portal and they stepped into it and vanished into thin air.

In the middle of the Snow Storm City Center, Me and Alfred were standing before the Enemies, The vampire of the Northern Alemia, the perpetrator the demonic summoning itself. One one side it’s just me and Alfred and on the other side and around us were the Demons, Undeads and the Vampires. Right now no one were moving, not even dared to, Alfred as the oldest Undeads and Arch Lich that has ever lived in the Fantasma Central Continent, Lived up to his reputations and names amongst the Undeads community, even the Vampires knows of him and very respectful towards him.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

In a malevolent transformation, the visage of the handsome vampire dissolved, giving way to a nightmarish manifestation of his true, demonic form. Silas engaged in a relentless battle with the elder vampires, sensed a surge of malevolence that transcended the battlefield's tumult. A shiver of dread crawled through his undead existence as he beheld the metamorphosis of Dylan into an ancient vampire, an embodiment of centuries-old malevolence. The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith.

You feel the pain, heal partially, only for it to start all over again in a vicious cycle. Welp, sucked to be him. It didn’t take much to get him talking and so far, we’d found out a lot of information. Oceanus was a vampire, but he sang like a bird. Now it just seemed like Onyx was playing him, like a lioness with her prey.

It would only put him out of commission even longer. Rushing at his master was foolish and he knew that, but he wasn't able to stop himself. The only thing that had run through his mind at the time was the prospect that he was going to take Charlotte away. His attempt had been pointless, even if he hadn't been healing from the stab wounds still, there was no way that he would have stood a chance against Rimidal. He was known as the first vampire, the oldest vampire to exist. There was no one that would be more powerful than him.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Radolf’s wolf spoke within, guilt and soberness etched on his face. "There's no getting back. She's gone and the truth is, I hope my son would get her for himself” The man smiled confidently. "Your son?” Radolf said as he squinted, confused by the man's words. “Don't worry, you'll hear it too" The man crooned, his lips curving into a smirk. Radolf’s face reddened as he felt a mix of emotions flush through him. _____________ "I'm Gremory, the oldest vampire alive in this town and all I want, is blood….I need to survive”

Elder vampires are difficult to kill because they burn in sunlight considerably more slowly than ascending vampires, yet they are far faster and stronger than rising vampires. 'Vampire of the ancient period are between the ages of 700 and 900 years. They are the most powerful of the non-Original vampire types. These vampires could be slain in the same way as all the other vampires, and they could be killed by an Original Vampire without the need of firearms.'