Oldest Vampires Novels & Stories

The oldest vampire was called Lord Drogo, he was three thousand years old. His body system was already failing him though and he looked weak and ready to pass on anytime soon. He blessed the princes in front of the crowd who prostrated in front of the prince after they were named as a form of respect and homage. The first prince was called Prince Ollivander who was birthed by Queen Izolabella who was the first wife of the king and King Cassian's childhood friend. The second prince was named Thibor and was born to Queen Pandora, the third wife.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

Alexander POV; Raphael and some of his vampires walked through the driveway surrounded by my men. Raphael and his vamps were our allies. They may have acted like friends sometimes, but I see them only as allies. He was an ancient vampire, at least five hundred years old. Vampires were immortal. Their power increases the older they get. They became faster and stronger with age, but their bloodlust increased as well. They were banned to walk the earth under the sunlight unless they had sunlight items such as necklaces or rings made by witches to protect them from sunlight. The reason for their curse was feeding on human blood.

He waits for Ciaran's acknowledgement. "You've never stayed in one place that long. What did you find?" Ciaran's brow furrowed, he leaned forward back onto his desk. "The coven is not only growing, despite my efforts, but thriving. I understand you and your mate killed the king and queen of the nightlings many moons ago, but I came across a vampire that was just as old as they were." "It's not possible. The king and queen were the oldest of them. It could have been one of the first ones they turned, but not older than the king and queen themselves." Ciaran answered.

“Vampires call the process of creating a new vampire rebirth. Helbourne, sounds a lot like born in Hel. If he were Scandinavian, their mythology has a Hel. A person and a place, in fact. So it could be born of Hel too. Then there’s the Helbournes of England. Either way, we could look for a vampire who’s fallen into a long sleep. The really old ones do this for long stretches at a time. This spot would keep the wolves from finding him and force the wolves to protect him and his territory.” “How did you come up with the idea that he’s a vampire? I’m not following you on that.” “I’m going because we know they signed these documents in the late eighteen nineties. That’s nearly eighty years, and

It's already dark when he receives a text message from Eliz saying that she's in a nightclub and drunk already. Feeling worried, Vlahdy gets up and gets out but as he reached the door he saw five vampires like him who once lived in the mountain that was been burned. They're just in front of him. He looks at them but couldn't find Ranz. Suddenly they start attacking Vlahdy while they are transforming into vampires. Vlahdy never fights back. He got a wound on his back and blood starts to flow from it but the five vampires never stop. "Stop!" an angry voice was suddenly heard.

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

"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.

Kevin inspected the looks of surprise on their faces before chuckling. "Are you ok?" Ruby asked, fully concerned with his well-being as he was currently the only considerable father figure in her life. Kevin claimed, brushing it off, "I am alright, sweetheart but not joking, at all,” He asked, standing in front of the stove, “What about you, Will? Are you a fan of vampires?" "Not entirely, I think it’s a myth,” Will replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Kevin nodded, pursing his lips in a straight line before inquiring, "Did you know that vampires are the oldest creatures of the night?" Will only nodded with a fake smile and interest, "Except for werewolves. of course.

"But the earthquakes didn't just crack volcanoes, Killian. They shattered the ancient crypts deep beneath the Carpathian Mountains in Romania." A cold knot formed in my stomach. The First Crown pulsed softly, sensing the vampire's genuine dread. "What was in those crypts, Valerius?" I asked quietly. "The First Sires," Valerius whispered, the words sounding like a curse. "The Pureblood Progenitors. The vampires who turned me two thousand years ago. They went into torpor during the Dark Ages, waiting for a time when humanity was weak enough to conquer." Killian leaned back in his leather chair, unimpressed. "So, a few dusty leeches woke up. Tell them the world belongs to the wolves now, and if