Oldest Vampires Novels & Stories

he shrugs. When I don’t say anything, he paces around the room, still glancing at his phone every minute. “Like I said, we have rules,” he breaks the silence. “Your family knows very well that when a vampire turns you, you have to serve them for the first 500 years of your immortal life. Your family ran away, and what’s worse is your father took you even after he promised me your hand.”

“We’ve been vampires since March twelfth 1753.” “T-that would make you—“ “Nearly three hundred years old, give or take,” Paul finishes for me. I’m still shaking but I don’t fight when Ivan takes my hand and leads me back to the table. I sit down, feeling like any moment I could throw up with all this information swirling in my brain. “How is this possible?” I whisper. “Witches created the first vampires. From there we spread through the planet like a plague. We’re not much different than humans in that aspect,” Paul chuckles but I don’t find his joke funny.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

"I don't trust them, they want an alliance now because they're on the verge of extinction, but what about when they get back to being numerous? They'll come back for us. And I don't trust the werewolves or the vampires. Not to mention the Corde and his son." Mary closes her eyes tightly as she hears about the Corde. The Corde is the first vampire and the son of Hades. Pure-blooded vampires can live for up to five millennia, vampires for up to two millennia. Just like the course of life, the powers between the three classes are also like this. Mary is of the lowest class, but just as Occisor became the terror if his race. Using expert human-made weapons to kill vampires. "Mary, I do not trust

" Do you mind telling me who put you up to this , because I don't want to believe you just woke up one morning and started suspecting me ." At this point Dr Sam knew he had to completely comply because they probably knew everything and wanted to hear it from his mouth. "Two years ago , a woman came to meet me with a picture of a man that looked exactly like you. I was shocked because this picture was taken in the early 1900s but this is 2025 ,so how could the same person still be the same ? I at first decided to ignore it but it kept bothering me . I decided to search around for more pictures and I saw some even as far back as 1850s . The problem was they all looked exactly like you. At firs

Villa rose the pen away from the paper, she was about to write something that might cause the history of the Cross a lot of foul bile reputation and damage through her information, in this holy book as they say, where the names of those slain gets written down, and will one day be burned. "A new era dawned, the first wolf to marry a noble vampire, what can we expect from this? Change, is all" She dipped the feather again. "We must accept this, the world cannot stay the same, we can't allow it to be, selfish acts only lead to more selfish behavior from future generations, they learn from us after all, we need to teach them, show them change is good... The five most elderly vampires has fallen

“What else do you know about these creatures?” “There are five Original Bloodline Vampires, history has it that they were the first vampires and out of them other vampires were formed. They have lived for a very long time. It is impossible to tell how old they truly are...”. “Immortality?...”. “Yes”, Cecily answered, “It is perceived that Isles is the greatest vampire kingdom and King Malcolm is the most powerful, however, that is highly in question after he lost his mate”. “His mate?”, Isabella asked in confusion.

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t

"Very well. Let me show you wonders that no living wolf has witnessed." He took her deep into the palace, past wards and wards of ancient magic. The air grew colder, staler, as if it had been undisturbed for centuries. Finally, they reached a grand chamber carved from black stone. In alcoves around the chamber, there were coffins. Not the decorative kind humans imagined, but true crypts, carved from obsidian and sealed with magic so old it predated language. "The Originals," Draven said reverently, his hand resting on the nearest coffin. "The first vampires, the ones turned by the entity that created our kind. They sleep eternal, their power channeled into maintaining the structure of the Ni

” 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.