Oldest Vampires In True Blood Novels & Stories

I look at mom and I can tell that she is just as surprised as I am. “I found out that those three vampires are Zharten, Thalex, and Ramulus. They are from a coven in the Mediteranian area. Their coven is one of the oldest and most powerful in the world. The current vampire king is Zharten’s cousin. The warlock is from the Galliant coven and they are the oldest and most powerful coven in the world. His name is Nikolas and from what I found out he is the mate of Aliya’s cousin Dreston.” Nalmyra states.

The only ones to advance to the Black Forest were ones who wanted to be the Beta or Second in Command to a Royal. I looked at my Gamma and his mate, they were aging. I had been through many Beta's and Gamma's, because of me being half Vampire. I was born all the way back in the 1400s. There were very few I knew who were born in that century; People who were still alive. Vlad Tepes being one of them, even though very few actually ever saw what he really looked like. Even I knew I had met with a fake. I put my wine glass down and stood up. My Stripe looked at me and I shook my head.

She had a more delicate build and a heart-shaped face while Erick was all hard angles and sharp features. “Nice to see you again, Mrs. Stayton. How have you been?” I greeted politely. She was, after all, a very powerful vampire of over three hundred years. Unlike popular belief, vampires weren’t immortal in the true sense of the word. They aged and died too, but very, very slowly, which is why they’re called immortal. I remembered Papa telling me once that the oldest vampire he met was around sixteen thousand years old, and he looked aroundfifty years as per human age.

King Cassian Von Vendela smiled as he watched the beautiful display, his eyes roaming around the beauties who were swerving their waists. The people were outside the palace, crowds were outside the palace hall as they also merrily sang and ate there while the royal family and lords celebrated theirs in the hall of the palace. Soon, the King came out of the hall with some of the lords behind him and as well, his queens who birthed him sons, the princes were presented and blessed in front of the people by the native and oldest vampire in their time. The oldest vampire was called Lord Drogo, he was three thousand years old.

The sound carried no amusement. "You think I enjoy this?" The irritation vanished. For the first time she realized how frustrated he sounded. Not mysterious. Not secretive. Frustrated. Because he genuinely didn't know. "I've heard that name exactly once." His voice became lower. "And it happened centuries before you were born." Evelyn leaned forward. "What happened?" The answer didn't come immediately. When Lucien finally continued speaking, the station around her seemed colder. "There was an old vampire." "Older than you?"

“The real threat is not them, it comes from Ares, the little shit,” Alpha said. “We’ve been fighting for so long with him without making any headway, he is like his father, they come and take whenever they want, however they want,” Alpha said, there were murmurs of agreement. “You are right” another voice answered from somewhere above. Wolves started getting uneasy. The ancient vampire had spoken. Legend has it that he was the oldest vampire in history, dating back thousands of years.

Adrian took a big breath and finally moved those big blue eyes to Shay, "Who cares what a vampire thinks of you? All he does is smoke and drink blood. He won't win this. He's too old." "Ah, Hart, you're being the asshole now. I'm not even the oldest vampire here. Anton was present during the medieval era," Ivan scoffed behind her. His voice sounded amused, "Back me up, Anton." "Bah, I don't care about you enough," Anton muttered, voice bored and raspy as hell, "Can we go back to work? This is boring me."

Her voice was soft but firm, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the room. “I doubt you’d find anything useful,” countered Demon as he rose from his seat where he was seated next to Hannah. “What we need to do is wage war against the werewolves. They’re the prime suspects here. Notice how none of them have been killed or gone missing since this all started?” Demon was an original Vampire, from the bloodline of the Dracula's — which was also the Master vampire bloodline. He was older than the Master Vampire with a century, making him the oldest in the room.

"um..b.. because I look smarter than the others and easier to control?" " that's right good job you can stand up now " he said as the vampire actually remembered he was still on the ground so he stood up . "hm,hm you're pretty tall...well whatever next question where's the oldest vampire here " . " he's at the bottom of the old city Lord's house his name is Argust " " Argust huh? okay so when exactly did you guys take over the city ?" . " about ten years ago " " on the day of the catastrophe ?" Terry asked.

Since she said she’d known Jack since he was a young man newly made, it was clear she was at least eight-hundred years old. “I am five-thousand years old,” she boasted. “Five-thou…” I gaped. She threw her head back and cackled. “You thought I looked this old and gnarly when I was made, didn’t you?” she said. I nodded. “I’m the oldest known vampire to the kingdom. I was born vampire from a humanoid mother like you. These wrinkles are from thousands of years of living,” she explained softly. “Like I said, vampires live a long time.”