Old Vampire Novels & Stories

By nightfall, he descended into the hidden flatlands where she dwelled, along with a few other clairvoyants. Behind one of the tents set up on the flatlands, two old bent-over women sat beside a fire, grooming it. "Victoria, set the pot," one of the women ordered with a hoarse voice hardened with age. The young girl set the pot filled with ingredients on the made fire. "I can feel him, Othelia," the younger of the two women spoke, displeased. "The vampire lord?" "He's near." Ceres, the other woman clicked her tongue. "It is your fault, Othelia. The kindness shown once will be expected to be shown again."

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. Carter left me. The man who promised to love me till the end left without a proper explanation. Coming here to Lynnwood to live with my mom was what I thought the best for me. I thought I could finally have the peaceful life I wanted. Turns out I just made my life messier than I had imagined. I fell in love with a vampire, got involved with his entire family, and even discovered that my childhood friend, Jaxon, is a werewolf. I’m standing right now in front of Carter’s family house, wondering what sin I

GINGER After he left, I turned back to the task at hand and got started. The first entry was about an elderly werewolf that had begun to lose his fur. The doctor who had observed the phenomenon concluded it was due to old age, although it had never been observed previously in other werewolves. A little after noon, someone came up behind me, startling me. I jumped in my seat and turned to come face to face with Tyce. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed.

I would be lying to myself if I said the thought of such a man didn't daunt me. Sol was a 366-year-old pureblooded vampire. His father would no doubt be at least twice his age and much, much stronger both in presence and esteem. I went to sleep with the thought of other vampires within the society. I had been lucky enough to have met Sol when I did, but I knew all too well the type of vampires that stalked the levels of the vampire society. Even worse, I knew who those vampires answered to. I was awoken the next night shakily by the soft wind blowing in from the open windows. The place behind me where Sol had been was empty and cold. He must have been up earlier than I was. Or should I have

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live. After a few moments later, he felt immobilized. Her blood's addicting scent attacked Clayton's senses. Holding her this close made him immediately addicted by her whiff. How could he miss this scent even with his super sensitive sense of smelling awhile ago? It's like a sweet but intense scent that he never encountered throughout his years of existence. He could not get himself out of the trance the lady's scent put him into. Despite the control hunters like him possessed. Despite his disgust with messy, splattered blood.

“You touch her, you die. This goes to every single one of you. Anyone who dare tries to touch a single hair on her head is going to have to face me.” The wolves hesitate. There’s also hesitation in Oscar’s eyes. “Alpha, are you really a vampire?” Elder William asks meekly. He is standing in front on the other side. “Yes!” he sighs. “I’m a hybrid.” Everyone gasps again, murmuring and asking each other how this is even possible. “I would’ve settled for a different position if anyone told me that this is what it means to be a beta,” Aiden says beside me. “Hush!” I place my index finger on my lips.

“Let the music roar. Let’s all live fast and hard before our van gets blown up, considering my luck!” “Don’t say that, please, Lady Ollivara. I’m superstitious,” the vampire from the passenger seat murmured in displeasure as he poked his head around his seat to glare at me. He looked at me as if he’d met me before and I’d wronged him, but I didn’t recall that I’d met him anywhere. Vampires mostly all looked young and pretty, like supermodels, but this vampire appeared old, like he was in his early fifties. He was the oldest-looking vampire I’d met so far. I’d ask the other vampires how old he actually was behind his back, not to be mean but to satisfy my curiosity.

Author's POV Caius rolled his eyes as the man who had been a pain in his ass for years appearing wearing his usual smile. That wide sweet smile like he was the most innocent soul present in this world, the asshole who was after his kingdom's area for so long. He had no idea why the ministry adored and listened to this bastard, he was a vampire in the end, the same one who had killed so many creatures before. Kael paused before Caius letting his usual smile snap at the annoyed man, "Good afternoon, king Vlad." Caius sighed giving him a curt nod in response.