Sired Vampire Novels & Stories

"I want the truth, no more secrets, please. I had enough with all your lies. I need to know the truth." "Fine, you are the last living descendant of our original maker, Elisabeth." Natasha stated. "She created us and we believe that she left some information behind on how to end our kind to her family." "What?! So you are telling me I'm part vampire. That's it's in my blood." I stated disgusted. “You can’t be serious.” "No you are not part vampire but you are related to Elisabeth. Besides, vampires don't produce offspring." Hendrick replied.

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.

Everyone knows that the most important person in a vampire’s life is her Sire, the one whose blood is keeping a vampire tethered to the splendour of immortality—her saviour, her master. Most vampires are half in love with their Sires, slavishly devoted to their every whim and fancy, willing to change even the most fundamental aspects of their characters to gain the tiniest modicum of approval. But not me. I wanted to kill him. ﹒

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

“That’s not important.“ Clara took the photo in her hand and softly she put her hand on the queen’s image. she pointed her finger at it and then turned to Ethan and told “she is your real mother” Ethan looked at her mom’s face and says “Ma” Suddenly his glance goes on Sandra’s photo and her eyes are bloodshot from anger. She points to her and asked Clara "Is she the one who killed my parents?" Clara nodded. Ethan further enquired “But why? What was her motive? What does she want?” Clara spoke “Sandra is an evil witch. She wants your power." “what power?" Ethan asked “You are not an ordinary child. You are the son of the celestial kingdom. Your father is the vampire king and mother a werewol

I didn’t want to make him sad. I was also left to think about myself. I needed to find a new mate. The nice thing about us vampires is that we could choose our own mates, if our given mates were not fitting or we got tired of waiting for them. We would have to do a blood bond by drinking each other's blood and then we were mated. The blood sharing would connect us and afterwards one wouldn't even be able to tell us apart from true mates. The only thing was that we could not have children with our self-chosen mates.

The black vampire introduce himself first. "..well, you know my name is sisila red, but everybody calls me sisi." The middle age vampire with blood hair said. "My names are travis kinerwood the fifteenth." The creep old vampire said and began sniffing his hands. "You already know who i am." Elena said with an attitude. "...hey look over here! Look at me with that handsome face!" The younger vampire shouted to Carlos. "What's you name?" Carlos ask her. "Woah! What a majestic face, it's so beautiful that i want to rip it off your face." The younger vampire as she admire his face.

“What do you mean?” “A vampire can’t go against the one who sired them. At least, that’s the theory.” Morgan nodded. “Correct. I wouldn’t be able to attack Oran.” “Can Auri?” Hector asked him and looked between my grandpa and my mother. “Why would she not? She’s not a vampire.” Týr was looking between them as well. Zeke sighed. “She is though, isn’t she? The lack of scars, time seemingly rewinding, and the special juice for everything this morning. You and Hector are both part vampire now as well, aren’t you?”

"Well they both are eating pancakes and enjoying tiny bags of blood in the dining room. I nodded and sipped my coffee. The door opened and Faris and Emily came in. The staff all smiled at the two cuties. I told them to come sit at the table while I finished my breakfast. They crawled up onto the chairs and sat like behaved children. Silvar handed me a blood bag and I started to drink. Soon the swinging doors opened once again and Ambrose sauntered in. He bowed his head in greeting and his eyes lit up at the two young children at the table. "I see Vlad's had his two children already," he commented darkly and I asked him what that meant. "The vampire king can only sire two children per mate an

“You don’t have to be ashamed if you need my help.” A few moments later, Ingrid arrived with Selene. In Ingrid’s hand was a small glass bottle filled with a dark red liquid. “I figured as much,” said Ingrid, holding out the bottle. Lucas took the bottle. “What’s this?” “Fresh deer blood,” Ingrid replied. “Young vampires usually find it easier to learn self-control using animal blood.” Lilith immediately stepped back. “I can’t do this, Ingrid. I can’t anymore...”