Oldest Vampires Novels & Stories

Cullen had called Colin Andrews, the ancient vampire who lived just east of the pack's border. Colin had been semi-friendly to Cullen for the last two hundred years and had played a part in keeping the peace in the region. Colin was the oldest vampire in the United States, and nearly all others feared or respected him. Cullen had explained about scenting a youngling at the hotel. And that there was a rogue wolf pack prowling their lands.

“Vladimir.” I blink, the anger building in me halting. In the long line of lords who once had claims to the throne while the power still remained with the other races, Vladimir is by far the oldest. A vampire lord known especially for his cruel sense of humor and a reputation for being a rather ruthless killer.

I furrowed my eyebrows trying to keep my eyes on the road. "Yes, Dawn Creators," She stated matter-of-factly, "They are the first vampires, like lycans are the first werewolves. They are older, superior, stronger, well everything vampires are just times ten, like that of lycans," Penny glanced over to me as she tilted her head and scrunched up her face. "Were you not taught any of this in school?"

I wasn't invincible but very nearly so and Werewolves weren't. Both Vampires were standing and watching me as I entered the room. Damn. The Council member was so old that his eyes were completely black with no whites. Double Damn. He was Alexis old. It was weird when the old ones looked chronologically young. He had probably been turned while in his mid-twenties. He was no taller than me and his skin was wrinkle-free, but it was pale like porcelain. That was another way to tell his Vampire age. His hair was cut into a pageboy style and was very light. Someone might have made a comparison to the little Dutch boy—but I wouldn't be the one to say that to his face.

I taunted, sticking my tongue out. "No offense taken. I see your ego is still bigger then your head. But whatever I know I'm better.... though you gotta let some air out that hollow brain and have a sit, and listen you little pup." Aquila chuckled. I puff and nodded my snout down. "Who are you calling pup? My soul is 600 years old you old thing!" Amber and Aquila chuckled. Aquila and Amber are the oldest souls.... they were the first to fight back since the beginning. They have known every single vampire that's been killed and every human that has served the cause of sacrifice to protect our Primordial Pack's Alpha.

I glanced at him and responded He had a different intention of coming here, not what I had thought before, but for another reason. "Hmm," he took a sip, his gaze on me with a smile on his lips. Four elder vampires, including him, had witnessed the war between mages and dark witches that occurred 500 years ago. These individuals earned the title of "elders" due to their longevity, having lived for over seven centuries. The history of the five elders remained unknown to all. Centuries ago, they formed a vampire clan by transforming a select few humans into their kind. Their origins and actions remained shrouded in secrecy, known only to themselves.

Jeanie tried to explain. "What's the oldest vampire that you know of?" I asked. "Over 1000 years old. Some say it was closer to 4000 and others say only 2000 but hell some say they can't age past 1200 years old. I don't think anyone really knows, most of our knowledge of them is by word of mouth anyway, and you can't trust most of the filthy bloodsuckers." Jeanie spat. "So what about the blood of other hidden species? Does it help vamps live even longer than human blood?" Maisie piped in.

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.

Deep down they both had known there were a myriad of reasons why the Alpha required their presence, so it was pointless to speculate until they spoke with him. Neither of them had imagined it would be what was finally revealed. They hadn't even considered checking down their Triumvirate bond for Gard's presence. How could they have imagined it? Gard was the oldest vampire in existence, over six thousand years old. His mate, Sarayne, was the first and oldest Vârcolac, a hybrid child of vampire and Were, and over three thousand years old. It was unthinkable that anything could have bested these two powerful individuals but something had, and now they were missing.

he asked but it sounded more like a demand. I nod my head "you may start" Vera said with a reassuring smile on her face. Looking down at my paper I can feel my nerves almost engulf me. Untill a hand is placed on top of mine under the table, looking over Felix nods his head at me and squeeze's my hand in encouragement. Taking in a deep breath I begin "Vampires came to power in the early 1500's after an uprising in the mid to late 1400's against the witches due to the practice of sacrificial magic" I said before clearing my throat still a little nervous.