Vampire Empress Novels & Stories

I felt myself being dragged across continents, across oceans, until finally— I materialized in the Council Chamber. It was a massive circular room carved from black stone, lit by torches that burned with green flame. Seven thrones arranged in a semicircle dominated the space, each occupied by one of the vampire elders who ruled our kind. At the center sat Empress Morgana Nightshade, the oldest and most powerful of us all. She'd been ancient when I was turned, and in the 247 years since, she'd only grown more formidable. Her hair was white as bone, her eyes completely black, her skin pale as moonlight.

Nicholas answered. "Oh, it turns out that in your country there are vampires," Regina added, surprised. "Yes, Mother. Apart from vampires, we also have werewolves and evil witches," Georgia said. "Gosh! Apart from the vampires, there are also witches there?" asked Regina gasp, she opened her eyes wide. Nicholas and Georgia nodded, then one of them told Regina that the empress in Emerald was also a bad person. "Mother, the empress in the land of Emerald is also evil as evil as Greta and Alexis the witch. Empress Grazia gave us poisoned drinks," said Georgia.

"You do know the Empress is mixed? ” Lady Funda cut straight to the point. It had not been a good round of interviews, and by the last interview, high noon was almost upon them. So, needlessly to say, Funda wasn't in the mood to sugarcoat things. “She’s half and half.” Funda tapped her fingers. “Human and Vampire. And she has that cursed silver hair.” “Is that right?” “Yes, so-” Funda went to get up. Expecting it to be the final deal breaker. It was for everyone else.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

I walked back to my new seat, and found a note. Hi Asoka, I am Amara Emory. I am the daughter of one of the queen's first turned noble vampires. I am not royal like you, but I do have powers. I can shield people from other vampires' power, or make a vampire powerless. Isn't that cool. Anyhow, I hope we'll be good friends. I looked up, and Amara was listening to the teacher introduce herself for my sake.

The hidden creatures decided it was time to come out of the shadows. It was once believed that there was only a total of five empires. But after the Angels and The Purifiers attacked the wolf Empire and were defeated. Others came out of hiding. The Rouge Empire, ruled by Queen Nuala, and the Kingdom of Crimswood, ruled by Declan DeVir and his Mate, the first vampire Ezmerelda Dracul-DeVir. Like the others, humans take refuge within these empires for safety and protection against the many rouges that were banished and refused to follow laws.

As they had to. The emissaries of old grudges arrived through portals that crackled with barely-contained fury, stepping into the garden that had been consecrated as neutral ground but which now felt more like an execution ground. The vampire empress is cloaked in obsidian silk, her pale face a mask of cold fury. The dragon kings descended from the crimson sky. Smoke curled from their nostrils with each breath, and the ground trembled under their weight. The witches materialized from shadow and mist, their hands glowed with barely-restrained power, spells on their lips ready to be spoken if I made a single wrong move.

Adrian hesitated—too long. “Adrian,” she breathed, “tell me.” He looked into her eyes, and what she saw there made her heartbeat stutter—not fear, not violence, but agony. “Because your bloodline can create the strongest vampire alive,” he said quietly. “Stronger than Jason. Stronger than Lilith. Stronger than anyone.” Emily stared at him. Her lips parted. Her breath stilled. Her fingers loosened. “Oh my God…” Adrian stepped closer, hands rising to cup her face—but stopping just inches away, scared she’d pull back.

They settled on the floor with her head on his shoulder; this time, with no headrest. "I think I've read up to half of it," she told him, skimming through the pages. The book was quite thick. "The vampire lord and his immortal empress," he read out the subtitle, "I thought they were both immortals?" "Yes but he was a vampire and though vampires can live forever, they can be killed but she, she was blessed by the moon goddess and so, she couldn't be killed. Whenever she is killed, she just wheezes back to life," she explained.

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.