The vampire's servant Novels & Stories

I just woke up one day with a handsome vampire by my side, offering me a contract marriage. I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. ******

To help with my daily life and for my own safety, I ordered a powerful, handsome vampire online. But he seemed to have a few… defects. He was always staring hungrily at my neck, his fangs would appear without warning, and his eyes would flash red. It wasn't until later that I realized he wasn't sick—he was just hungry in a way that had nothing to do with blood. "Are you sure you want to order this one?" The app's customer service rep sounded hesitant. "This vampire is a bit… special. His needs are very strong. I’d recommend a model with a gentler temperament."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

he asked She nodded “you can make a servant or ghoul from giving blood to a half breed but it takes large amounts and continuous giving of it for almost a week before it takes effect and even then the half breed has to want to be with you, which you might pull off if they are addicted to your bite before hand” he answered She blinked “i feel like everything that i know is a lie” she whispered as another wave of shame shook through him he took a breath as his eyes filled with tears “well then lets reeducate you... bethany is here for the next few days as we transition into king and familiar why don’t you sit with her and ask anything you are unsure of i know coming from her instead of a vampi

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

The two vampire servants who were there to greet them looked hospitable at first, but the moment they saw the murderous faces of the wolves and lycans, they became visibly frightened. One servant nudged the other as he himself became invisible, courtesy of his defense mechanism. The other servant, who was a velox, fought the urge to sprint away and fidgeted when he forced a smile and said, “R-Right th-this way, Y-Your Highnesses.”

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

What kind of stupid name is that? "Avoid those that wear a different uniform from ours in short those like the head servant,they do not take lightly of our kind", " What do you mean our kind?" " Humans are like,how can I say it? rodents to them,so just keep your head low no matter what", She keeps confusing me even more " what do you mean human Ms aren't we all?". " No, the servants that wear black and white are werewolves and we humans wear purple" " Are you sh*ting me right now",I laugh but she looks at me dead in the eyes "what are you going to tell me Vampires are real?"

Freya always said that people don't change; well, apparently, neither do vampires. "I swear to God, vampires are more complicated than any human I've ever met. The temper, ridiculous." Just as I mutter the words under my breath, the same servant, Elizabeth, enters the room. She wears a smug smile on her lips as she begins to remove the dishes from the table. I don't mind; I'm not that hungry anyway.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten