Oldest Vampires Novels & Stories

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

That sounded ridiculous. “Yeah. That’s how they refer to the oldest vampire families. There aren’t many left, but some have well-established bloodlines. Some have roamed the earth for eons and lived through oceans of time. Others, well, they vanished with the centuries, having no one to carry out their legacy. The Harrington family is one of the oldest.” Right. Of course, they were. I rolled my eyes slightly and pressed my forehead against Lukas’s skin. He stroked my hair sweetly and lightly tugged on a few pieces.

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.

Somewhat taken back by my question he thought it over as he sighed, “First of all, not all vampires are blood thirsty monsters, okay. The first ever vampire originated from a man named Ambrogio, he was an Italian born adventurer and wasn’t a vampire to start off with, he was human. He was born sometime in the 13th century BC, to understand what vampires are you need to understand how and why they came to be,” I nodded as I lulled over this, “And werewolves, I guess you’re going to tell me their placid little puppies,” Sighing his eyebrow furrowed a bit more,

“I’ve known you for years. If there is any vampire I can give the benefit of doubt, it’s you. You are not usually one to bow before other vampires, so why bow for the twins?”. John pauses and sighs, “It’s not what you think. Do you know who their father is?”. “I don’t know but from your tone I can tell he must be a really old vampire”, Mrs McQueen says. John let’s out a chuckle before he continues his walk, “He is the oldest vampire there is, the first. In fact, I’m not even sure he is a vampire”, John says.

Helia looked unfazed by outburst as she continued to watch the scene before us. “Vampires are the only creatures that stop aging. The rest us age at a human rate until about age twenty and then it slows. The reason I live so long is because I am a crone and a crone cannot die until she names her successor, which I have not.” Her explanation was so simple yet complex at the same time. I was going to ask why she wouldn’t name her replacement but Arc’s roaring voice stopped me. “NO! We must attack now before Erebus illegally uses the portal again and transports more turned humans here!” Arc shouted pacing in front of the throne. Celeste regarded him coolly.

Which really made a difference. I was very interested in the section that told about when their species first began to domesticate themselves and try to hide amongst humans regardless of the fact that the humans knew of their existence. Apparently, they were clever enough to make up their own way of distinguishing Vampires from Humans, all of which were misleading enough to work in their favor. My brows drew together as I read the lists of things humans used to think would draw away vampires, or what they believed vampires were weak to. "Vampires used to tell humans that garlic repelled them?" I asked, trying to look for more of an explanation than this book was giving me.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

And then something occurs to me, "Did you just say the first vampire?” My grandfather takes a struggling Ariel from me, throwing her to the other wolves will transform and hold her, “Malcolm is the oldest living vampire. He just wanders about. I first met him when I was a boy. It's a long story. But ultimately, we maintained a friendly relationship over the years. I see him every few decades.” “You’re friends with the oldest living vampire?” I ask him again, forgetting for a moment that I am a powerful Alpha in my own right, as I gaze at my grandfather in awe.

“How old do you guys get?” “You mean how old do we get?” He corrected her, as realization came over her that she too will age like him. “The oldest known werewolf is 250. But there have been others who have lived longer. Vampires live even longer as do the fae, but warlocks and witches have similar life span as wolves.” Aiden stopped when he saw Alys’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “You didn’t expect us to be the only thing that goes bump in the night.” He winked at her and put his finger under her chin to snap it back up.