Sired Vampire Novels & Stories

and with that he left her room. "I'll never get exhausted from seeing your face," Ava sighed "What did hell am I doing? I'm not falling for Vador,I'm not falling for the dark lord," and with that she fell asleep. The next morning Vador was seated at the dining table waiting for the maids to bring his food ,not that it was of much use,he needed human blood but had to cope with bags of blood as he was warned in the last council meeting against killing female vampires just to quench his thirst. He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll.

A projection bloomed above the dissection table: a stylized diagram of vampire physiology, zooming in on the pelvic region. “Contrary to popular human myth,” she began, voice crisp and clinical, “vampires are not sterile. Purebloods—the four queens among them—were born, not turned. Reproduction is rare, yes. Gestation lasts thirteen months. The child inherits the full strength of both parents’ bloodlines. Miscarriage rates are high in mixed unions—human-vampire pairings especially—but viable offspring are possible. The Bloodmate Board exists, in part, to identify humans whose genetic and psychological profiles suggest compatibility. Compatibility increases odds. Odds matter when your species

The reason we are the largest, richest clan in the city. ‘There is a siren being brought in. Suspected internal bleeding. Make sure you are ready for her. This is the friend of the one and only High Alpha.’ The room resonates silence and scepticism. These are all new vampires. The eldest is still young by my kinds standards at forty years undead. None of the will ever have encountered a siren. ‘Sorry, your excellency. We do not have the blood replacement needed to be able to treat her. It needs to come from her won kind. There is no synthetic replacement in existence.’ I turn on the incredibly clever Doctor Sykes. ‘How long will it take you to make a working prototype once you have a sample

Sir's eyes were weak and full of sadness. "I did not understand you! What a human? That's not true! I am a pure vampire, and so your father loved me because I am a vampire! Do you understand? I'm a vampire!" Sir's mother shouted. Sir's father also approached his mother. And it was as if comforting the lady. "Am I right, Walter? I am a vampire! Tell your son that I am a vampire!" The lady was hysterical as if asking for approval from her husband to say that she was a real vampire.

Adrian Sargon said "Yes my Lord" the priest replied and slightly bowed for him "So, who are they?" "They are called the vampires" "The vampires" Adrian repeated "What are they?" "They are blood sucking, undead, night creatures" the priest replied "So, you mean that they can't be killed?" "They can be, by sticking a rod into their heart" "And who is their King?" "Amara Conrad" "Meaning?" "Amara means immortal and Conrad means bold ruler" "Where can I find him?"

I asked, not understanding what she was talking about. "Sires are humans bound to a vampire that live their entire lives bound by them. Only the purer vampires can have sires. I think up to 3rd generations. I haven't heard of anyone past a 1st generation keeping sires, though, since only first-generation vampires live eternally." "Oh wow. You know a lot about vampires," I commented. "I guess I do," she smiles crookedly, popping another spoonful of ice cream into my son's mouth.

Sean replied. “Bring him to me,” Carl ordered. “There’s a problem, my lord—he’s a vampire.” “What? How can a vampire enter Santossa?” Carl’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Well, according to my research, that vampire is married to a human. He survives on animal blood and owns a vacation house at the boundary between Santossa and Carreon City—a free city where humans reside. He was out hunting deer and rabbits when he witnessed the event.” “Hop in. Let’s go meet him at his place,” Carl said, excitement lighting up his face. Finally, the puzzle might be solved.

When he saw that he would be defeated, he took the other's ring and watched him go up in smoke and fire. Mom was beyond angry when the case was brought to her.. She literally ripped him apart. Like my dad, she looks young but she's old. I am special because I am one of the rare ones who are born. Most vampires are sired through bites by alphas. Not every vampire bite can turn someone. And because I was a burn vampire, that makes me stronger than most. Anyway, my parents were happy to see me and after some pleasantries, they started interrogating me about my half souls and when I was going to bring them home.

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.