Vampire Feeder Novels & Stories

"How are you enjoying your new powers?" "Would have felt more better if I didn't have to feed on blood." She laughed, "you realize you're dead, right?" He shrugged a brow, watching her calculated movements. "They call us the undead. Dead but alive. We are the intermediaries between the living world and the dead and so, we are powered by the Life source of the living. The major difference between us, blood." "I need it." "What?" "Blood. I need to drink." Lydia turned around to look at him. His fangs were out and there was the blood crazed look in his eyes.

"The intertwining of human and vampire physiology is indeed a complex subject. While I cannot provide you with a definitive answer, I can offer you some insights based on my observations and research." As he spoke, Dr. Julian delved into a captivating discourse, weaving together scientific knowledge and ancient wisdom. He explained how certain individuals possess a unique genetic makeup that allows for a symbiotic relationship between human and vampire DNA. This rare convergence of traits grants them the ability to harness both the strength and resilience of vampires and the vitality and adaptability of humans. The phenomenon, known as "vampire-human hybridism," is exceedingly rare, with onl

"I don't know what came over me." His thrusting slowed enough for him to look down at her. His expression wasn't one of fear or disgust as Darian's had been when he realized what she was. Victor's eyes were still glassy with desire and a hint of curiosity. "Vampires tend to feed during intimacy. I guess hybrids are the same way."

And further. The eyes, tinted with a scarlet haze, opened, looking at their victim. Long black hair enveloped the dying man, its tips falling to the ground, resembling spider legs. Thin fingers dug into the base of the shoulder even harder, tearing the skin and muscles. The innocent victim arched, rolling her eyes and wheezing. I no longer had the strength to scream. The vampire groaned contentedly, feeling the last crumbs of life flowing out of the fragile human body.

“Yeah. Things are going to get bad if he doesn’t start to rein it in soon.” “Aren’t they bad already?” Vesper asks and opens the door to his blood room. Like most well-to-do vampires, he has his own private donors and doesn’t feed from the livestock camps. Unlike most vampires, he only keeps as many as he needs and all of them are willing volunteers.

I flushed, a sheepish look slipping on my face as I shook her hand. Taking back her hand, she leaned in her chair and smiled softly. “Feeders Corp is an umbrella organization. What we do is simply employ humans to work as blood vessels for a master who purchases them.” She started in a calm tone, “And before you ask, we do not force any human to work with us. Humans like you and I are specially selected by the CEO himself and after the screening, you’d be bought by a master and be given sixty percent of whatever your master pays if you agree. Your consent matters to Feeders Corp.” “By specially selected, you mean you prey on vulnerable humans. Isn’t it illegal for vampires to feed on real bl

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

“Feeder? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “That’s what vampires call humans they drink from directly. Most of the time, they rely on blood packs for meals. But sometimes, they need fresh blood — especially during Diako.” I frowned. “Diako?” “It’s a phase,” she explained, her tone calm, steady, “a cycle of heightened hunger. It comes every so often, and during it, they need blood from the vein. Some vampires keep a human just for that. Some feed only when necessary, others…” she hesitated, “…keep them close. A few even form bonds with them.”

“I fed early tonight. It threw me off.” She looked at him. “Explain it to me,” she said. He looked at her. “Feeding,” she added. “Like, how does it work? Do you…kill people?” “No, never,” he said. The room fell quiet as he collected his thoughts. “Like everything in the vampire race, it’s complicated,” he said. “It depends on the type of vampire you are, and the coven you belong to. In my case, I only feed on animals. Deer, mostly. They are overpopulated, anyway, and humans hunt them, too—and not even to eat.”

I need to understand what makes her happy and what makes her upset first, and most of the things I listed aren't even here. "Thank you," she replied, not meeting my gaze. I wanted to tell her that if she wants to say something, she should look into my eyes, but not now. She left, and I dressed and went hunting while Bryan and Eva accompanied Astrid. I sat under a tree for a while longer until I spotted a deer. I snooped on it, hunted it down, and drank its blood until I was satisfied. Though vampires may subsist on human food, blood is our primary source of sustenance. Every other vampire uses people as their blood bag, but I don't like it. Even though I can stop myself from draining their b