Oldest Vampires In True Blood Novels & Stories

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The two twins stared daggers at each other before Archie finally backed off, getting up slowly and glaring at the bloodied vampire on the ground. “Albwin you don't happen to have truth serum in your bag of tricks do you?” Torin turned to Albwin who had also lowered his bow. Albwin nodded, put his arrow back in the quiver, and set the bow down to take out his pack. They forced the serum into the vampire's mouth. “Who is this Lord Quinten?” Callum asked first “High Elder of the Blood Lust Coven, he is one of the oldest vampires. He’s a First.” The vampire replied. Callum look startled at that.

He doesn’t believe that female Lycan would be able to accomplish anything if not for the eerie feeling that suddenly consumed him. The elder vampire is Silas Ardelean, the oldest of the two siblings. They alternately reigned their coven and had been in hibernation for almost the same time because the youngest, Dylan Ardelean, was defeated by wolves and hunters during his reign. He was believed to be stronger than his brother, and his sudden weakness that caused him to hibernate made the council suspect Drake, who sabotaged his reign.

ROMEO Once Vlad had me perform the Ancient Blood Oath, tying my life to his I could feel that not only was he indeed a Vampire Hybrid but he was of the Royal Bloodline and not just any Royal Bloodline but one of the oldest. Just like mine, only his felt more, more pure like he was one of the ancients.

“You never grow old… But… Vampires… At least the kind that I met still, age but slowly too slow compared to normal humans.” She sighs, “I’m what you call an old blood. Any Vampires within the 15th generation away from the original Vampires don’t age.” He frowns, “All the old bloods were slaughtered a decade ago by hunters, including their designated survivors.” She nods. “Except me.” “How did you survive?” He asked curiously. She pouted her lips, “More than a decade ago… I tried to start my own lineage again.” She mumbled guiltily.

” Ruben shook his head and turned to leave. “We will have vampires around here as well? First humans than vampires! Preposterous!” Old Elizabeth said, tapping her cane. She had just arrived and overheard their conversation. “Beth, Vampires are our Allies, we allied 200 years ago, remember? Maybe age is catching up to you.” Andrea smirked. “You insolent child, how dare you to call me old. I don't look a day older than 600!” Beth grumbled and pointed her wrinkled finger at her.

I hoped she didn’t plan on drinking my blood anymore. “Are you sure you told her we were coming honey?” “Yes! How would she have agreed to it if I hadn’t?” She was talking to a woman. I guessed it was her mom. One of the first vampires. She must be really old. To be one of the first people turned… That's got to be over a thousand years ago.

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.

Before the politics and the crowns and the laws written to keep everyone exactly where they were put. We were just blood. Old blood. The kind that does not ask permission. Tyra looked up from the page. "Troy," she said. He looked at her. "She was a full vampire," she said. "Not half. Full blood. Original line." She held his gaze. "The oldest kind." Something moved through his expression. "Read that again," he said quietly. She read it again out loud. He was quiet for a long moment.

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.