Pure Blooded Vampire Novels & Stories

he stated, stepping closer. "Then, what do I look like?" I raised my brows at him. "You look like a pureblood," he muttered, walking around me. I grabbed his hand and narrowed my eyes. "It this about me, not being allergic to the sun?" He nodded violently and then asked, "You don't feel an urge to drink blood, do you?" "No." "But you should be. You slept for three days. A commoner vampire's first instinct tells him or her to find blood. They would kill for blood. Only purebloods have the self-control to drink blood every few days," he explained.

What's more, the cleansing water didn't do any minor damage as badly as he had expected earlier. A human who could easily become a vampire with just a drop of the blood of a noble class vampire or below, of course could not become a vampire stronger than a blood donor. But with purebreds, that is extremely rare. It must be known that the blood of pure blood is extremely noble, anyone who is not suitable to drink it will be melted immediately. And the ratio of that right or wrong is almost 1/1 billion. Which means, out of a billion people, it's lucky to find one who drinks pure-blood vampire blood and becomes a vampire.

“What exactly do you mean by sired Pureblood?” He gave me a small smile and gestured for me to walk with him. “A sired Pureblood is one who was turned by one of the original vampires who first grace the earth. My adoptive father and the first king of the vampires, King Ambrose was an original vampire and he sired my brothers and I, granting us Pureblood and royalty status.” I knew the Purebloods were different from normal vampires. From the auctions I had attended at the shop, they were held in the highest esteem by the other vampires. They had their own special VIP areas at the auction.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

Venessa starts mixing pure and impure vampires, being unable to understand Rowan's explanation. " I was thinking to send this body and start looking for Erin first!" Rowan sighs and tries to put an end to their conversation about vampires. But he looks at Vanessa's confused face and starts explaining in detail against his wish. "There are two types of vampires we mostly see. Pure and impure ones. If a vampire is born pure that means his or her parents are both from the real vampire lineage! However, in the case of an impure, someone of them is impure. That means he or she was a human before being turned into a vampire. And you already know that if a human is turned into a vampire by other va

Vandora was the head of maids and was one of the maids satisfying the lord's thirst and sexual desires,a sex toy perhaps. "Ah," Vandora gasped. "Pale skin, certainly a human vampire." The royal house consisted of only the pure blooded vampire. It was said that when a human vampire mates with a pure blooded vampire, a witch is produced and because of this reason human vampires weren't allowed in the royal house. They were said to be unclean and that had been the rule for a long time in the Northern empire Human vampires had pale skins while the pure blooded ones had skins as white as snow.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

Zylar’s hackles rose violently. “Not pureblood,” she growled. “That’s a slave, Liora.” Zylar’s statement reminded me of the long lessons in history books, like how some pureblood vampires forced humans into slavery, turning them into sired vampires. Such a vampire's stench was weak, fractured, and bound by compulsion, far different from a normal one’s scent. My mind raced. Before fear could paralyze me, instinct took over. I lifted my hand to my mouth and bit down on my finger, sharp enough for pain to bloom. Warm blood welled instantly, metallic and alive.

It had been a long time since I had blood. Mix breeds do not crave for so often like pure breeds do.But when they do they consume large amounts of blood. I had only depended on animal's blood ever since I had turned into a vampire. On my sixteen birthday I first gained my wolf then my vampire side. Newborn vampires or newly made vampires have an unstable appetite. Their craving for blood is more than old vampires. If a young vampire gets the taste of human blood he or she only craves for it.

This situation made Aurora pale because she didn't know which way they went in, from the roof or from the drainage pipe. - A pure-blood vampire? It's been thirty years since I've seen a noble vampire. – Peter smirked, his hand went to his belt, grasping the handle of the iron ax. - What are you talking about? Who is a vampire? – Aurora approached the edge of the door and asked. - Blood. You people are drinking blood. You are also a vampire. – Peter said as he signaled the people behind him to pull out their iron axes. - I think you have misunderstood.