Novel & Cerita Oldest Vampires

The sweat on Darick's chest glistened as moonlight pierced through the window and onto his body. I wasn’t sure whether he was going to answer me or not after the conversation we just had, but he surprised me—his tone was casual and tired. "Hmm, let’s start with ancient vampires. These vampires are between the ages of one thousand to five thousand years. They are the strongest type of non-original vampires,” he explained. I sat up, eager to hear more. "Now, the first and oldest vampires in the world—the Original Vampires—have powers and abilities are that are the most advanced. Their advanced age grants them much more strength and power than any other generatio

Though he appeared to be no older than eighteen, this man; their god, was many centuries old. The more powerful a vampire, the easier it was to maintain youth at any age they chose. And Dracula, the oldest vampire of them all, was the prime example. “You’ve been trying to wake me all this while,” he said calmly. “Tell me, what do you want?” The Elders remained still, blood simmering with excitement. Their stomachs fluttered with something like nervous awe. Then, the oldest among them speak. --- Meanwhile, the low-level vampires continued their pursuit of the woman.

Malakai’s mental eyes widened as the Ancient’s memories suddenly unlocked, pouring into his mind like a river of black fire. He saw the dawn of the immortal race. He saw a time before castles, before treaties, and before the Sovereign lineage had ever drawn a breath. In the beginning, the vampires weren't delicate politicians who worried about sunlight and wine; they were the ultimate, apex predators of the primordial earth. They were massive, unstoppable gods of the hunt who commanded the shadows with absolute authority.

Adrian took a big breath and finally moved those big blue eyes to Shay, "Who cares what a vampire thinks of you? All he does is smoke and drink blood. He won't win this. He's too old." "Ah, Hart, you're being the asshole now. I'm not even the oldest vampire here. Anton was present during the medieval era," Ivan scoffed behind her. His voice sounded amused, "Back me up, Anton." "Bah, I don't care about you enough," Anton muttered, voice bored and raspy as hell, "Can we go back to work? This is boring me."

“What?! I’m only 19!” Maya laughed, then came closer and whispered in my ear: “Iris… here… your age is like the other vampires.” I asked her: “And how old are they?” She smiled: “One hundred and eighteen years old.” I froze. “O… one hundred?!” She laughed: “Iris, vampires are the youngest among us. I’m two hundred years old.” I put my hand over my mouth and felt the world suddenly become bigger than I had imagined.

" Omega Simon instructed me to inform you about the Vampires—" He stretches his hands stopping the older man from continuing. He looks at me for a second too long, then fixes his gaze back at the older man. " Tell Simon that I'll see him soon," Zade instructs and the man bows again before leaving. There are too many things I am worrying about to have to worry about the Vampires. Everyone thought they had been extinct for years till a few months ago when a six-years-old body was found nailed on a shop door at the market. She had a bite on her neck, a fractured spine, and a message carved on her body saying, 'We are back.'

“Something far older than me. Older than vampires.” Aria blinked, trying to process. “A curse? Who cursed you?” Lucian let out a short, humorless laugh. “I did.” A chill ran through her. “What do you mean?” Lucian turned away, pacing slightly, as if the movement might help him find the right words. “You know the stories, Aria. The first vampires. The ones who weren’t turned, but created.” Aria frowned. “The Ancients?” Lucian nodded. “They weren’t born like this. They were humans once—powerful ones, kings, warriors, mages. Each of them was given a choice: immortality or death. But what the stories don’t tell you is the cost.”

“Fair enough. You have the questions, we have the answers. We start from the beginning. Let me introduce myself. I am Sebastian Gallagher, Alpha of the Kielder Pack. This is my mother, Dorothea Gallagher, also a werewolf and this gentleman here is the noblest face since 1882, the original vampire Erick Von Hagen,” This whole thing stunned me, with my mouth half opened my heart in irregular beats, and my entire being petrified. I could not move or breathe. Just by looking at them, time stopped. This guy over here, the vampire, was almost 140 years old. I wondered about the age of Sebastian. “I know what you are thinking, that we are a bit old, but let me tell you there are out there creatures

he said, and I smiled at him. "Thank you, Sir," I said, and he just smiled at me and then looked outside the window again. "I know the guy is dead; we don't know anything about her daughter; all we know is that she's the same age as the twins," he said. Wait, how old are they anyway? Based on what I know, vampires don't age. "Sir Daryl, last question," I said, and he just laughed at me and waved his hand in front of him.

The psychic vampire armies are uniformed in blue, while the blood vampires are uniformed in red colour. Also, in the vampire kingdom, there were two main leaders leading. One was the vampire King who oversees the whole vampire kingdom both the commoners and elites, while the second leader, the one and only vampire Lord of the kingdom who oversees the whole army of the vampire kingdom. The Vampire king and the vampire are Blood vampire and psychic vampire respectively. But, apart from these main leaders, there are still some low ranked leaders ruling the council. They are the vampire elders. They are all Eleven in numbers but when a meeting was to be held, the two main leaders will Join the e