Oldest Vampires Novels & Stories

Fair point. He pulled a thick tome from the shelf. Dust billowed up when he opened it. "Julian's old. One of the oldest vampires still walking around. Which means there are records. Accounts. Stories about him scattered through history." He set the book on a small table in the corner. "We start here. European vampire registries from the 1600s. Work our way forward." Sat down across from him. I started reading. The work was slow. Tedious. Most of the text was in languages I hadn't spoken in centuries. French. German. Latin. Tormund translated when needed. Made notes in the margins. Cross-referenced dates and names.

she pauses and I nod, confirming the correct term, she smiles and continues, “.. the Chronicles have two different spellings for the word ‘Vampire’. Why?” “It’s quite simple really. A Vampyre, with a ‘y’ is a born Vampire, the oldest of us have lived for several millennia and our origins vary. I’m one of the youngest born vampyres and the head of my clan. Vampires with an ‘i’ are created. Humans who have been turned either by choice or against their will.” I wait as she nods along and digests the information. Do I tell her about hybrids? How a vampire is made? It’s hard to know how much to divulge so soon, especially when it directly involves people she loves.

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

It would only put him out of commission even longer. Rushing at his master was foolish and he knew that, but he wasn't able to stop himself. The only thing that had run through his mind at the time was the prospect that he was going to take Charlotte away. His attempt had been pointless, even if he hadn't been healing from the stab wounds still, there was no way that he would have stood a chance against Rimidal. He was known as the first vampire, the oldest vampire to exist. There was no one that would be more powerful than him.

“The real threat is not them, it comes from Ares, the little shit,” Alpha said. “We’ve been fighting for so long with him without making any headway, he is like his father, they come and take whenever they want, however they want,” Alpha said, there were murmurs of agreement. “You are right” another voice answered from somewhere above. Wolves started getting uneasy. The ancient vampire had spoken. Legend has it that he was the oldest vampire in history, dating back thousands of years.

Leonardo’s jaw tightened, but he nodded, his eyes flickering with fear. “It’s real. Cassian Varnholt. He’s one of the oldest vampires in Greeley—maybe all of Pennsylvania. He’s been around for centuries.” I leaned closer, my silver eyes boring into his. “Tell me about him. Everything you know.” He hesitated, his gaze darting to the dagger. I pressed it against his throat, the silver sizzling against his skin. He hissed, his body jerking.

It looked like it had already been twenty-four hours. "Ric.." I held his wrist to sense what was going on in his mind, and my eyes widened when I realized that he was planning to steal the royal kid and kill me as well. I quickly left his wrist and moved back. I didn’t miss seeing how he thought that the blood that he drank might belong to Queen Lenora herself. In that case, the amount of power Alaric had was no less than thousands of years old. The vampires older than thousands of years were called Antediluvians.

“Let the music roar. Let’s all live fast and hard before our van gets blown up, considering my luck!” “Don’t say that, please, Lady Ollivara. I’m superstitious,” the vampire from the passenger seat murmured in displeasure as he poked his head around his seat to glare at me. He looked at me as if he’d met me before and I’d wronged him, but I didn’t recall that I’d met him anywhere. Vampires mostly all looked young and pretty, like supermodels, but this vampire appeared old, like he was in his early fifties. He was the oldest-looking vampire I’d met so far. I’d ask the other vampires how old he actually was behind his back, not to be mean but to satisfy my curiosity.

The term Neonate, representing the vampire age of fifty or less years. Ancillae are strong vampires and belong in the age category of fifty years to three hundred years. Elder!!! Elder could be family elders or clan elders, or maybe the one from the council members, they have lived more than three hundred years or more. And at last, Antediluvian Elder, they belong to the second generation over thousands of years. However, a vampire's life span was upto five hundred years. Adrianna was shocked when she read the information and wondered how old Alaric would be? Would it be safe for her to ask him? She shook her head and read the book again.

Anna said kindly. ”The oldest in a vampire tribe are considered the Eldest. Then the three oldest afterward are considered Elders. Nyx gifts the Eldest and Elders with abilities that keep them, and their tribes protected. Each gift helps the Elders fulfill their daily duties,” Bernard explains. “But sometimes the Goddess can gift a vampire a special ability without them being an Elder. Like Anastasia for instance.” I sat frozen, staring at him in disbelief. He paused for a moment so I could gather my thoughts.