Vampire Fledgling Novels & Stories

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

1st September 1335 Gwendolyn was returning home, she trudged past the lonely path that led back to the mansion. The night was dark, but the moon accompanied her, shedding its light on the earth and brightening its surface. Embracing herself, Gwendolyn gulped as she cited the mansion from afar, she was almost there and she was going to make it home. Seeing a faint silhouette behind her, she took to her heels, tripping and falling over. She could feel its presence as it approached closer. The town was well aware of the 12 vampires who roamed Arcadia Falls with the witch even though they had been striving to keep themselves away from humans. “Please don't hurt me!”

I would've stayed to fend them off given my power as the Vampire Queen but I was just an ordinary omega right now, a blood slave, with no power at all so I chose the easiest way out. The window! Considering the flight of stairs the guards were still climbing, I had a rough idea that it was a long way down. I grabbed the window frame and down I went, disappearing into the darkness of the woods. I must not have gone too far because after a while, I heard the fierce pursuit of the guards on my tail. “The maid said she fled into the woods, so she must be going towards the border. Spread out across all borders and find her!” I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders.

“They were quite clear that they wished to meet your fledgling.” I felt a jolt at the word ‘fledgling.’ That’s what I was to them, wasn’t I? A baby vampire. Something to be inspected, judged, measured. My excitement tampered down instantly, replaced by a lot of nerves that just hit me all of a sudden. “Ian,” I whispered, tugging on his sleeve. “It’s okay. I can handle it.” He shook his head, his expression hardening. “No, you don’t have to handle anything.”

He saw a glowing set of dark eyes appear, then greyish-red skin. "Lepi Flixus, dravu... Loptica tu fukoos beokona leli." The vampire said, in its unknown language. "It means: 'I'm Flixus, you see... I'm hungry for flesh right now.'" Edrek translated for Nick. With a loud wail, Nick found himself on the floor, the vampire feeding on his flesh. He screamed, as its fangs

“If you are busy, I could come back.” Vincent gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “No, please come in.” She nodded to him as she approached. To his right side was a woman. Yada could tell by the paling look, she was a recently transformed Vampire. Yada had heard various stories about the creation of unregistered fledglings. Just the other night, Gabe was instructing someone on the phone to destroy a pack of fledglings he discovered in a warehouse downtown. Gabriel was concerned that an unknown rutane could be making a pack without permission. The city had not seen this many creations since the flood of 1994.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Body guard I went to my classes as normal except I can feel some tension, from my teachers, from one of the vitale family who are always there. Tasha spent the whole day with me. I learned today that vampire’s fledgling will die without their doms, we're practically babies whether we like it or not. I being a little just make things easier for me, fledgling need attention and love as much as they need blood, we can get sick too, catch the flu even. We're vulnerable till we hit the one hundred year mark.

- Raven shook his head in confusion, waited a couple of seconds and made a quiet gurgling sound, absolutely ugly, but deep and varied. - It's clear. So it's not that easy, you say. All right, fly and tell the others where that vampire is. I'm a werewolf. - Raven nodded understandingly, and heavily flapping his wings, rushed somewhere away from the construction site. The man stood up, straightened his shoulders and looking to the side with an empty look, from where the bird had flown, said: “Let the hunt begin for our damned souls.”

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten