Overlord Vampire Novels & Stories

Vladimir was the last one that held a takeover, he was extremely powerful and a transcendent vampire and his son, Orpheus, happens to be just like him. Orpheus got all the attention I was meant to get because I was also at the warfront during wars. *** Vlad Lucario "Baby??" I poked him from behind as he quivered. "Come on Vlad, must you always poke me from behind??" He groaned as he stood up from the cliff edge. "You have been so busy lately to even notice me, why is that??" I muttered as my eyes became teary. "Not that! Clan matters." He shrugged as he wore his broad, charming smile.

Rosabelle POV. Long long ago, a vampire lord have decided to take a submissive, a human submissive, he claimed her after he saw, it was love from first sight. The woman had beautiful violet hair, matching grey eyes, she was submissive since the day she was born, classified as a slave to a master that's yet to be found.

I have no right to reject it. Why did the Vampire Council even select me after knowing my hatred towards their kind? That too to that monster Alexander Ivanov. He literally is the uncrowned king of our world as people kiss the path he walks on. so what's so special about him? He's a pure blood vampire. There are many pure blood vampires but he and his brothers Are the first descendants of Vampires ever born in the world. They're more powerful and has special abilities. They can't be killed easily.

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.

"He can also hear my voice inside my heart." "Is he really a vampire?" asked Leora curiously. Every scene she remembered instantly. "That's right, none of that could have been done by an ordinary human being," Leora said softly. Leora lay herself on the bed while continuing to think about Elmer. A mysterious fierce man. That's the nickname Leora gave him now. Finally, Leora fell asleep. Because she thought too much about Elmer, she dreamed about that guy! ***

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Alika inhaled air through her nose, trying to calm her heart fluttering in her chest. The matter, as it turned out, really was not in his power as the Overlord. The Lord simply knew how to make people fall in love with him. The vampire took the half-empty glass from his hands and nervously drained it to the bottom. Languid, blue eyes looked at her without stopping. Alika threw her glass aside, raising her face to Tantario's face.

So he makes his own way. Oliver likes him a lot for his potential and high spirit. His high energy makes Oliver alive again. "We have a hunt to do. And this time it's not any newbie vampire or a rogue one from other clans. We are going to hunt down a lord this time.", declares Oliver. "A Lord?", asks Karina in wonder. "Which clan?", Thomas cuts Karina and looks intensely at Oliver. He has already let go of his shoulder. "Vampire Region.", replies Oliver. "What the hell are you saying?", Megan jumps in the middle. She was sitting in a corner and listening quietly.

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

It was a place where old laws were written, where treaties were forged in blood, where war had been both declared and averted countless times. And tonight, it held the last remnants of a world on the edge of annihilation. A vampire lord stood first. His crimson eyes gleamed under the flickering torchlight, his voice sharp as shattered glass. “We’ve all felt it,” he said coldly. “Something has awakened. Something beyond any of us.”