True Blood Vampire Hierarchy Novels & Stories

I asked quickly, switching from the question that was dancing on top of my lips to something else. He laughed bitterly, "Do you mean my wife?" Before I could change his mind, he held my face in his hands. "Not anymore, because she's right here with me. I've waited for you for a long time Bella and having you here, means the whole world to me" I removed his hand from my face. "What do you mean?" "Vampires are destined for one Emerthus (a soulmate) all our lives and if our Emerthus die before time, they get reincarnated as long as the other soulmate is still alive. This isn't your first life Bella, it's your second''

“crap… well has anyone ever seen her or know if she’s powerful or what she looks like?” “That’s the thing until now we never knew there was a Queen. We obviously knew there was some sort of hierarchy which is linked to whoever turned you. Though again that doesn’t always mean anything. Vampires are hostile and vengeful.so if they fall out that doesn’t ring true.” Johnny leans in and pecks my cheek. “Guys we have an early start tomorrow and I know we have a lot to discuss but can we take a rain check?”

The doctor just gave him a knowing smile and proceeded out the door. Dayanne, as he heard from the convenience manager awhile ago, is already breathing steadily when he went closer and sat beside her bed. Her brown locks scattered around her pillow. The wounds are already covered with gauges but her blood's scent still lingers. He could not explain the extreme attraction of her scent on him. But he's starting to feel possessive of her. He tried to consult their elders. They all agreed that she must be a part royal. Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality.

Like listening to the fluttering wings of a trapped bird. "There are pureblood families who believe themselves superior to all others," he began casually. "There are older vampires who believe age alone grants authority. There are territories, bloodlines, alliances and rivalries older than most human nations." Jane listened quietly. "And they all obey each other?" Victor let out a quiet chuckle. "No one truly enjoys obedience." "Then how does it work?" "Fear. Debts. Power and well, tradition." He paused before adding, "Sometimes affection, though that one is rarer."

“They have no fear of anything.” “Every creature has something they fear, Magnus,” Kieransaid with an equally cold smile. “Especially you, Sigma Magnus.” “Sigma?” I asked in surprise. “So, you know me,” Magnus smiled. “I make it a point to know my enemies well,” Kieran said. I looked at Magnus with a renewed interest. A Sigma. The werewolf hierarchy was pretty straight forward. The Alphas were top of the food chain, the Betas were second in command, the Deltas were bred for fighting and warfare, while the bottom feeders were Omegas like me.

"Forgive my persistence, Alpha Dracula, but a pact of this magnitude demands clarity. What role will I play in the broader supernatural hierarchy, and how will our alliance impact my standing among other alpha kings?" Dracula's growl escalated into a snarl, and his eyes blazed with an intensity that bordered on ferocity. "Maximus, your questioning crosses a line that even an alpha should not tread. The broader supernatural hierarchy is governed by ancient laws and balances. Our alliance does not grant you dominion over realms beyond your comprehension. Focus on your duties as the Alpha of the Veron Pack, and leave the intricacies of the supernatural hierarchy to those who possess the wisdom

As she fought and clawed at him, Lavinia took the opportunity to lean into the taller girl beside her. "What is this? Where are those girls going?" The taller girl glanced between Lavinia and the crying girl. "Astor is choosing his next batch of meals." "Astor…" That name was familiar to Lavinia. Everyone knew the Astor Family, a Vampire Clan that had control of an entire supply chain of blood. Every vulnerable citizen knew the process. Astor Industries grew and manufactured blood to sell to other vampires, eliminating the need to hunt. But blood does not grow without life. Rumors swirled around that family that they ran farms, raising humans for the slaughter, and selling their blood

Heidi still didn't look at Brawen once, her eyes still looking at the clear moonlit lake, showing disdain, probably because she was a C-rank vampire. In this world, Vampires are divided into 5 ranks: Class A (pure line), B (noble), C (commoner), D (Human turned into a Vampire), E (degenerate species). As for the hunters, they are not divided by bloodline, but by strength: SS (extremely strong - max power), S (very strong), AAA (Strong), AA (Medium), A (feebleness).

“So, what do we have to do?” Astrid smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “First, you need to understand the vampire hierarchy. The leaders, known as the Blood Council, are the ones orchestrating these attacks. They reside in a hidden fortress deep within the city. There’s a glamour charm covering the place so normal people can’t see them feed. The entrance is a night club so you’ll have to go looking like humans in order to enter undetected. They allow humans enter at will because humans are what they like to eat. Your mission is to infiltrate their stronghold, gather evidence of their plans, and report back to me. You are not allowed to tell anyone else about this mission

And if he grew tired of me… would he just kill me? A new surge of fear grew within me. I knew nothing about this world, and I knew nothing about Ashtar Malachious… aside from the fact that he was some kind of a royal. I was yet to determine the meaning of vampire hierarchy. The one thing I could state without any doubt was that I—the slave—had just landed at the bottom of the food chain. That didn't sound good. It sounded like an introduction to further struggle and presumedly greater pain...