Overlord Vampire Novels & Stories

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

I repeated under my breath. “Yep. Perth, Dimitri, Fayre. Silian and Xedra. Everyone else you’ll ever meet? They’re all descendants—sired from those five lines. That’s how the vampire world is structured. Pure-bloods at the top, then the clans, then everyone else.” I sat down slowly on the other side of the bed, still keeping a cautious distance. “So all vampires come from them.” “Exactly.” Hannah smiled again, though it was less bright now, more careful. “That’s why feeders like us matter. We keep them strong. We keep the lines going. Everything trickles down from them.”

Flora could tell that the tall man came out of an underground passageway that could be connected to the main house. The tall man walked with confident steps towards the marble table and the leader stepped away before himself dropping prostrated to the floor. Slowly, the tall man lowered his face towards Eva’s neck. All of a sudden, Eva opened her eyes and she screamed as she tried to push the tall man away from her. Then, Eva closed her eyes and her hands fell away. When the tall man raised his head, Flora was shocked to see his eyes glowing red under the darkness of his hood. From his chin dripped Eva’s blood. Flora could not believe what she just saw. She placed her hand over her mouth to

Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and there was a man beside her who was holding her not to fall to the ground. "Evangeline!" Abu whispered and a member of angels cane down the skies and he saw Kram. "Archangel," he said in a soft voice as he faced him. Kram glanced at him and he saw Kram's face filled with sorrow. "We're too late! They already multiply," he said and Abu felt a pang in his heart as he watched Evangeline who was trying hard to stop his son who became obsessed with power and in wanting to rule the world. He saw Evangeline running towards her son who was fighting with his father at the top of a rooftop of a huge building, but then another vampire came in front of he

The world had changed long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought.

A blush coated my cheeks, I didn't know who he was. "Forgive me for not introducing myself, Queen Avalyn. I am Elder Orlando," he said, not offended in the least. "I am the Head of the Vampire High Council." "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Elder Orlando." I smiled. "Bellehaven Isle is beautiful." "You floor me, Queen Avalyn," he gave me another smile and then his eyes slid to Nikolai before quickly shifting back to me, "forgive me for cutting our chat short but I need to greet all the incoming guests. Slave Oliver will lead you to your apartment quarters." He motioned towards the slave towards his right. The slave bowed.

“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.

Fresh blood seeps into the tip of the tongue, then flows down the throat, sweet and warm, making it nostalgic. Oralie looked at the vampire, who seemed to be enjoying blood glasses, and she smiled happily. That smile wavered in the bottom of her eyes, condensed in those blue eyes, like the summer sun passing by, and was gentle like the scattered moonlight. She softly asked the bloodsucker sitting there: - Sir, would you like to drink more?

a human vanguard officer barked, shoving a massive werewolf warrior out of the way to align his regiment's tower shields. The werewolf bared long, yellowed fangs, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Watch your mouth, small-fry. If I shift, I'll step on you by accident." "Enough!" a cold, cultured voice echoed from above them. The Vampire High Elder drifted down from the upper battlements, his long black mantle rustling in the freezing draft. His dark eyes swept over the squabbling soldiers with pure disdain, the kind born of centuries spent watching lesser creatures bicker while the world burned. "Save your teeth for the things falling from the sky, wolf. If the human's barrier fails, your

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.