The Vampire Lord Novels & Stories

"The vampire lord has his eyes on her. And once he finds a way, he will strike" "Vampire lord?",Belphegor asked in deep thought. "You mean, the vampire lord, the one with the vendetta against the lycan?" "That very one",Lilith agreed and lay smoothly on the counter. She watched the mischievous smile that crept up Belphegor's face and she knew instantly that he had a plan. The sly sloth! "Find out what you can about the girl's true identity",he said finally. "If Hades has his eyes on her, then it must be for a reason. I'm beginning to get curious about her"

(Elina) As I expected, the vampire world was a creepy place. Just like the humans exaggerated in their books about the vampire world being dark castle with pale white-looking vampire guards dressed in black clothes. The atmosphere was so frightening that I felt goosebumps all over my body. The interior was rather vintage, like a typical Dracula castle with old items but precious ones. We were led to the throne room by someone called Phillip. Pale tall chisel chin vampire man with striking dark silver eyes. He was the vampire lord's right hand. "Does he have a wife or anything?" I whispered to the alpha as soon as we sat down before the throne. Angel glanced at

I told him not to worry, a little of my blood to help the warriors during war won't kill me. It was during that time that I found out that the Vampires were looking for me. I've already learned about other creatures. There are many other incredible creatures other than werewolves. One of them are vampires. They are vicious and bloodsucking monsters. They want to take my blood to make themselves more powerful to defeat all other creatures. The vampire Lord believed that if he drank up all my blood, he would become stronger than every other creature. That was why he had been looking for me.

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

One of the elders took a shaky step back, and the young omega let out a choked sob. Ronald was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and calm as usual even in this mess. “What the hell does this mean?” He was confused but I already knew. My fists were clenched so tightly that it became numb, and my entire body was stiff with anger. It was Viktor. The Vampire Lord was laying his claim on Zoey. And this…this was his warning. A deep growl sounded deep in my chest, and my canines grew as a deep, familiar anger made my whole body shake.

She wielded a staff made of ancient oak, topped with a crystal that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light. The vampires were the last to show up, and their arrival brought a sudden chill that swept through the air. They glided with an eerie elegance, their pale skin and dark eyes giving them a ghostly look under the moonlight. They look like the assassins, lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver swift and lethal strikes with their fangs and claws. Leading them was Lord Philopoemon, the vampire lord. His long red cloak flowed behind him like bat wings, and his deep crimson eyes sparkled with a fierce hunger. Feeling the presence of the vampires, Rufus glanc

Lazarus’s personal attendant seized my legs, dragging me across the cold stone floor, his curses venomous and bitter, hanging thick in the stagnant air. “Isolde is hurt, you lowly thing—how dare you sleep soundly while she suffers!” The castle’s wind sliced through the corridors, carrying the acrid stench of rust and old blood, creeping all the way to Lazarus’s chambers. I was hurled roughly at his feet. Lazarus’s eyes flickered to the blood on me, his brows furrowing as if a flicker of something stirred—but it vanished, leaving only cold indifference. “Isolde is injured. Heal her.” His voice was cold, carrying the command of a vampire lord who had never been denied.

The vampire stepped back the moment Perth’s voice sliced through the hallway. He dipped his head slightly, shoulders tight, the blood on his chin catching the dim light as he murmured, “Sire.” Perth’s footsteps echoed closer. His tone was sharper this time, clipped and irritated. “What is going on here?” The vampire finally straightened his spine a little, though his head remained bowed. “I was just asking if he had seen my companion.” Perth turned to me. His eyes were unreadable. “Have you seen his companion?”

Sometimes, I wonder if he finds the word dating more offensive than the idea of humans hunting his kind. The funniest part is that he actually argues with me about it. Apparently, sharing a blood bond, and being accepted as his Queen are not enough to qualify as dating. According to Atlas, we have moved far beyond that stage. I have learned so much about his family, and honestly, the more I know, the more fascinated I feel. Atlas’s family used to rule a vampire kingdom many years ago, like thousands of years ago, when the existence of vampires was not hidden from humans. His father was the last King, and after his death, the title was passed down to Atlas because he is the firstborn of the f

Dorian Valenti. The brutal lord of an ancient vampire family. They called him the king of everything lawless in the underworld. They said he had killed his own father and his own brother to rise. They said there was no crime under the moon he had not committed, no line he had not crossed. To ordinary people, his name was a legend you did not speak. The girls at the monastery would whisper it sometimes, and then they would look at one another and stop, and close their mouths, because even saying the sound of it felt like a blasphemy against the Goddess.