The vampire's servant Novels & Stories

Klyde hastily swore vengeance, ripping off the servant’s hands. “G-Go to C-Cithra…it’s the nearest place. Y-You’ll be guided there.” The dying twin stammered those words in his second twin’s hands. Another arrow aimed for Klyde swooshed in, only to meet the trusted servant whose body fell powerlessly on the floor. Klyde looked where it had come from only to see a raven-haired vampire, who had his hair down to his chin. He gave a mischievous smile and Klyde hated it…

but undead creatures cared about nothing; and he was a vampire after all. “Who do you think you are? YOU, you are a servant, a possession. You are an asset to the cause of uniting the Vampires under one true rule. Remember your place when comparing your master to that... that, that treacherous whore!” Silas barked.

He shoved me forward into the council chamber, and I stumbled, barely catching myself before I fell. All eyes turned to me. Ancient vampires with glowing eyes, gold, red, violet, staring at me like I was an insect that had wandered into their meeting. "Why is a blood servant in this chamber?" one of them asked, his voice like gravel scraping against stone. Lucian finally spoke, his tone flat and dismissive. "She was summoned to serve refreshments. Elena, go to the kitchen and prepare blood wine for our guests." "Yes, Master," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

which really wounded my emotions. "Stop being absurd! You are not a slave! A mortal serving a vampire voluntarily by attending to his needs during the day is called a minion. Cuthbert raised one sandy brow at Julian as he continued, "He conducts errands and gives the vampire money when he doesn't have. "Ignore it,"

"Me? It was you that drank the blood from an Elder, but you taste as good to me as I did to you, Succubae." "Succubae? You mean those female sex demons? I'm a Vampire not a sex demon, right?" "You are a bit of both, more so than the rest of us. Finish this tiresome ceremony, and I will show you what you will need to know." I focused my thoughts on Tony: "I need to finish this quickly."

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

The boy stumbled back to his previous position the moment he was freed from Silas's grip. Silas lowered his head, letting out a contented sigh. “He offered his blood willingly. Any would be glad to serve me in any capacity. Also, we all know that human blood is sweeter than that of vampires. My blood mate acknowledges her own insufficiency in that regard, so she is untroubled by this,” Silas justified haughtily.

I was surprised that King Sergei would let others abuse people in such a way. “Would you want a glass of water?” A frail female vampire asked. “Yes, please, you can point the way, and I can't help myself,” I said, and she looked at me as if I had explained rocket science. “Sire, I am here to serve… that is my punishment,” she said, lowering her gaze. “Punishment? Isn't this a job?” I asked, and she shook her head. “No, all the servants are here to serve time,” she said, and I took a deep breath. What could this girl have possibly done to grant her time of servitude?

It seems like they are slowly transformed into something dangerous. “Master, I think it's enough for now. They will just give you a headache or nothing more, they cannot hold them before blood and there is a king who awoke from his deep slumber if he knows it's us who made humans into a vampire, the king would surely gonna hunts us down,” the servant said in a concerned tone. “Well, well, I am so amazed to see your love for our king. Why? Though you are my servant, I felt like your loyalty lies with the king,” Harris cliff said with a light voice as if he isn't concerned about those threats.

My heart dropped as I saw him in that condition. Couldn't stop my tears from falling cause I was seeing my best friend in the worst and miserable condition. I hold him as he was barely standing on his feet. "Who did this to you, Paul?" I asked him sobbing and wrapping him with my arms and laying him down to rest. "The Vampires" he struggled and uttered with a heavy tone and after hearing it, my blood flow rises in anger and vengeance for the creature 'Vampires'