Old Vampire Novels & Stories

I asked her softly. Looking between me and my father she nodded slightly. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Ok, earlier you told me you were running from Voldin. Who is that?” She looked away. “The master.” Her voice was barely over a whisper. “He’s the strongest and oldest vampire to exist.” She looked at my dad. “He hates wolves.” I sucked in a breath quietly. ‘Vampires? We are being picked off by rogue vampires?’ I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Vex or mind linking my dad, but they both just kind of seemed to be gaping at the news.

he asks. "Because it is rude," Thrax says. I almost start laughing. He reminds me a little of Kahn, but one look at my friend tells me that this Thrax is probably not a person we should tangle with. When my mate yanks the drapes open, I notice a slight tremble in his fingers. Then I feel him mind link with me. “This is the oldest living vampire in existence,” he says quickly. “He’s an enemy. If he so much as moves funny, I want you to shift and run. Go straight to Oberon.”

– The old wolf said. - What do you propose? – Circe questioned her. - In search of the disagreement of the whole family, in addition to revealing the truth, I want you to give life to the dead, without them leaving their cemeteries, nor their graves, I want you to use the scarecrows and dry mummies that live here, use crows and rooks to scream and look for the real culprits. – The old vampire said.

", said old vampire by gesturing him to relax. "Then say dear...!! l want to know that twist which obstruct us from harming that hybrid one", said the old werewolf with excited expression. "Yeah, please wait until l drink this", said the old vampire by drinking something energetic.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Vladimir.” I blink, the anger building in me halting. In the long line of lords who once had claims to the throne while the power still remained with the other races, Vladimir is by far the oldest. A vampire lord known especially for his cruel sense of humor and a reputation for being a rather ruthless killer.

Everyone looked at Xavier, they had some hope, hybrids were powerful but what were they against an elder vampire? “Impressive, but I am afraid that will not be enough, in case you didn’t know, Vladimir is a vampire elder, he is powerful, has everyone in the city working for him, your powers might delay him long enough for us to escape but you will die. He will kill you, kid.” It was Rob who spoke once again. “You misunderstood me, I did not mean he is a hybrid born of two species but one that was made by the witch from the old religion, one that any supernatural being can not kill.” Everyone was shocked.

VICTORIA Oliver was being sprayed with wolfsbane. His skin was horribly burned, and Matice was tied to a chair with silver and Jimson weed. She thrashed and screamed for Oliver, so distraught she didn't notice Mason, and I enter the room. There was a man who smelled like Matice but looked only twenty years old. It couldn't be her father. I heard vampires didn't age, but he seemed so young to have a 17-year-old daughter. Before anyone could do anything, I shifted and tore the man's arms off who was spraying Oliver. He would soon bleed out. He was some sort of vampire hybrid. I stocked towards Matice's father, who was just standing there watching all this unfold. Suddenly I felt my magic retur

he calls out. One of the vampires in the room steps forward. He was very tall with a huge frame. “Ever fucked filth like this before?” my uncle sneers. “We all know you’ll fuck anything. Why not give us a little show?” My entire body went pale. Olsen grins, flashing sharp, yellowed fangs as his eyes roam over me. “I don’t know if she’s quite my taste, My Lord.” he murmurs cruelly. “You won’t know until you give her a try.” My uncle grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet before shoving me toward him. “Go on.”

Villa rose the pen away from the paper, she was about to write something that might cause the history of the Cross a lot of foul bile reputation and damage through her information, in this holy book as they say, where the names of those slain gets written down, and will one day be burned. "A new era dawned, the first wolf to marry a noble vampire, what can we expect from this? Change, is all" She 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