Oldest Vampires Novels & Stories

Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality. Royal family bloodline was kept by marrying their own cousins. And it all went on for years. Until the government was changed into a Republic. And later own, the royal bloodline was no longer kept intact that their rare blood was mixed with average blood and scattered around the world. And the elder hunters thought she must be from a family who tried to keep their bloodline. But there is no physical proof to these theories except from a vampire's sensitivity to smell. Clayton is getting anxious that the elders are also keeping a close eye to this woman. He felt protecti

"Okay, so you have the pureblood magic and the Sovereign crown. But wait. If you’re the King, why is Julian the Head of the Council? Is he older than you?" "He is," Alarick nodded, his tone shifting into something deeply respectful. "Vampiric society operates on a strict, almost primal reverence for age. The older a vampire is, the stronger they become physically. There is a threshold, of course—the true ancients, like the four-thousand-year-old Egyptian vampires, have entirely lost their sanity and sleep in the deep sands. But Julian is older than Silas and myself, and his mind remains immaculate."

asked Gerald as he curiously turned to look at the old man. After looking for a while, Old Flint then replied, “…The pictures describe the history of the vampires’ development in ancient times! It very clearly describes the start of their species up till their eventual decline! With that in mind, I can safely say that we’ve made it into the vampires’ territory!”

replied the first vampire elder. "Wait! We fought what was wrong, so why are we worried now?" asked the third vampire elder as he picked up the tension from his colleagues. "Okay, let me tell you exactly what happened," the first vampire elder decides to tell the story since he had been around longer than the two. "About four thousand years ago, a human born in Matara, suddenly turned into a vampire," he began fetching some wine from a pot with a spoon. He sat back down with the wine in hand and continued after taking a sip.

“The reason for Stefan’s death will reveal itself in time. Until then let’s not discuss it again.” Gabriel nodded and watched her closely, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. The way her bottom lip quivered when she said her brother’s name. “Anyway,” she continued. “If you’re going to help then you should probably know a little more about the history of those who came before you.” As they made their way out of the cave, Aurora explained. “According to ancient lore, the original vampires were demons created by Satan and put on earth to multiply and eventually eradicate humans.”

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.”

Zaria scoffed. I nodded. “He is. I’ve known him since my days as a knight. Then, I had no idea that he was already a vampire. However, I recently discovered he’d been a vampire much longer. So, there’s a good chance that he is indeed a real barbarian from the Anglo-Saxon days or before.” I bit my upper lip. “The older the vampire, the stronger they are. And as strong as I am, he’s even stronger, so he’s much older than even I originally knew. For all I know, he may even be one of the barbarians who attacked the Western Roman Empire around 200 BC.”

"How many servants? How many originals?" "I don't know. The one who caught me—he was old. Ancient. He talked like the originals were gods, like serving them was the highest honor." She looked at me. "He said there were five of them. Five originals, asleep for ten thousand years. And when they woke, nothing would stop them." Ten thousand years. The number echoed in my mind, impossible and terrifying. Caspian's face had gone very still. "Do you know their names?" "One. The one they worshipped most. They called him—" She paused, concentrating. "Vladimir. The first vampire. The father of them all."

He pulled me close to him in the bed and wrapped his arms over mine. I sighed and tilted my head so I could see his face. Then I moved out of his arms and knelled in front of him and straddled his legs. "How old are you?" "Well I'm 120,000 years old. When I was born and became a vampire it was during the peak of the Egyptian empire back then I was seen as a god but as time went on a monster and then a myth and now a secret."

Elder vampires are difficult to kill because they burn in sunlight considerably more slowly than ascending vampires, yet they are far faster and stronger than rising vampires. 'Vampire of the ancient period are between the ages of 700 and 900 years. They are the most powerful of the non-Original vampire types. These vampires could be slain in the same way as all the other vampires, and they could be killed by an Original Vampire without the need of firearms.'