Vampire Empress Novels & Stories

"Tell the divers to stay back, I’m going into the Deep-Sea Graveyard alone, and I’m not just bringing the ring, I’m bringing the virus Silas built to kill the Archive once and for all." Behind her, the girl from the tank stood in the doorway of the bedroom, her skin glowing with a faint, violet light, her mouth curving into a slow, terrifying smile that suggested she had heard every word. "He wants you to come, Empress," the girl whispered. "He’s just too proud to admit that he finally found someone he couldn't execute."

I could hear what the crowd was shouting. "All hale Queen Lamia and Her Fledgling Emmett." Lamia!? THAT THING WAS QUEEN LAMIA!? A vampire queen... THE vampire that's been trying to get into our pack's territory? The one that has a taste for werewolf blood? Emmett, the traitor. He had went to her? Was this just barely coincidence?

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.

And from his angry face, she was sure that it was something bad. "Well, I am Ashton, Emerald. The lord of the vampires, and as to why you feel such a deep connection to me is because I am your mate." Ashton said, and just like that, her world shook once again.

She gasps in a whisper, and he presses a finger to her lips, shutting her up. His smile a radiant ray of sunlight in the gloom of the forest, stepped forward, his other hand reaching out to touch Amelia's cheek. Emryn was her mate, and even if it is forbidden for her, a vampire to marry a necromancer, she doesn't want to give up on her love for him. Emryn, his eyes darkening with passion, leaned forward, his lips grazing against Amelia's cheek in a gentle, possessive caress.

“I refuse.” “I reckon you are mistaken, Avery dear,” Calum leaned in closer to whisper in my ear, his warm breath tickling my lobe. The myths say that vampires are cold-blooded creatures, but I guess that one’s debunked. “I am not giving you a choice. The moment I saved you, you were already bound to me.” Bound? I was admittedly starting to get nervous, but I tried to look unfazed. With a scoff, I took a step back and glared at him. “I am not bound to anything nor anyone, Calum Reed.”

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

Intricate tapestries depicting centuries of vampire history seemed to stare down at the gathering, as if bearing witness to the unspoken dread that now permeated their once unassailable sanctuary. Lady Isolde, a venerable vampire matriarch, stepped forward with a grace that belied the turmoil within. Her eyes, ancient pools of crimson, bore the weight of countless nights. Addressing the assembly with a voice that resonated authority, she acknowledged the unsettling truth revealed by the oracle.

Her red eyes flashed, they sniffed out the scent of fresh blood from the wound on Rula's leg. "After waiting for three hundred years, the vampire nation has finally found the sacred blood of immortality," he said, smiling triumphantly. Emer's blood is the sacred blood of immortality, in which in one century only one woman with the sacred blood of immortality will be born. The sacred blood of immortality smelled when its owner turned twenty-five years old. A quarter of a century, that's what the vampires say.

Terrance watched aside in awe of her boldness, hugging a vampire and basically pulling the man close to her throat. Elmer starved with the overwhelming wanting of blood, but he resisted his first quenching for the sensation and refused to feed from Willie Lou. Willie Lou said. "Let's go find who did this to you." Elmer nodded, captivating by her beauty and assertiveness. She was just a natural born leader taking command when needed, and she wanted to destroy the vampires who were specifically targeting Union soldiers. First demons, now vampires, she thought about what could be next for The Demon Corps.