The vampire's servant Novels & Stories

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

“The bond makes you want to be around me, but if you didn’t care about me, you would fight it. If a servant has no feelings for their master, they will eventually hate their master. It is the same for a vampire and their master.” “I didn’t think vampires had masters?” “Yes, we have masters. They are the ones that created us. We are bound to them and eventually come to care for or hate them. In my case, I hated my master because she took everything from me.” “I knew she was the head of your bloodline, but I didn’t understand that she was your master. Do vampires often choose their servants based on love?”

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

He consequently slipped in an oblivion. * * * The small blood that had sipped out of Nina's neck was an eye catching sight to the blood thirsty vampires. And there were a thousand of them down there below as Nina along with other slave women were held up on stage. Damon and Kiyiya sat somewhere not to far and they were surprised to see Nina among the slaves. "What is he going to do to her?" Kiyiya whispered to Damon. He shrugged. All he knew was that things are taking a turn for the worse.

I replied, my voice lacking enthusiasm. The servant entered the room, carefully carrying a tray with a plate of food and a glass filled with blood. They placed it on the bedside table, their eyes still filled with concern. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Your Highness?" they asked softly. I shook my head. "No, that will be all. You may leave," I said, trying to sound dismissive. The servant hesitated for a moment, as if they wanted to say something, but eventually nodded and left the room, closing the door behind them.

No more fear, it was as if I was expecting him. “Who are you?” I questioned sitting upright on my bed. “I'm Lucian D'Arcanis, a vampire prince, cursed into slumber till you rescue me.” His voice is calm. “I never rescued you on purpose, it was by mistake. So why not go back into your slumber and leave me alone.” “Hahahaha! You think I would go back to my slumber? Never! My enemies shall all pay with their lives thanks to you.” “I'm I an enemy?”

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

He was something more, something ancient that walked the line between vampire and beast. Her legs trembled, but she locked her knees, refusing to collapse. “Zora,” she managed, her voice a thin whisper. “I am no one.” “You are wrong.” His breath ghosted across her ear. “Your husband offered you to me as a welcome gift. Do you know what I requested?” She could only shake her head, a tight, terrified motion. “A blood servant,” he said, the words dripping with dark intent. “And he offered you. He told me to drain you dry to spare you the pain of his rejection. He did not just cast you out, little wolf. He sentenced you to death.”

His gaze went straight to Dracula’s hand around my wrist. “Let her go,” he said. Dracula’s tone stayed calm. “I warned you not to interrupt.” “And I warned you what would happen if you touched her.” For a heartbeat neither moved. The house went silent, waiting. Then the candles flared white. The book in my hand fell open again, its blank pages filling fast, letters racing like blood through veins. One line burned brighter than the rest: The servant defies the master. I looked from one man to the other. Both already knew what the words meant.

Not thinking that. Jonathan finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Jonathan snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.