Vampire Heirarchy Novels & Stories

"In the vampire world, the only vampires that can compel another vampire are their sires. We have no choice but to abide by them. So when your mate compelled me to stop, I knew she had to be our Queen, as my sire died over a hundred years ago." "So what made you take our side? How do I know that you won't switch sides once again?" "Hierarchy is the bread and butter to the vampire community. Without it, there would be mass chaos. The hierarchy keeps us balanced, and in our place. Similar to you wolves. You have Alphas and betas to ensure the welfare of the pack. Salacia and the rest of the council are the closest to us having a King. However, your mate outranks him. Which is why I think Salac

Valentine weakly smiled and sat right next to me as we watched the sunset together. “There was a war right after that fight. Your parents still never had a clue about me. Nor the Vampire queen tell anyone. But after that, your father and the Vampire queen, Althea, declared war. Of course, with your father being a simple, innocent man. He never wanted to fight.” “But Althea gave them no choice. She killed lots and lots of werewolves from your pack, Hailey. Many were killed. Men, women, even children. In the end, the witches had to meddle in.”

I asked. "No, because of the whole Vaughn, Fin is weird. Fin is half Vampire half elementalist. He can control the four elements, fire, water, earth and air. His mother is an elementalist. And Fin is the one you fought against. omnipotent, omnipotent throughout Vampire high. " She said so I wrinkled my forehead. "So? Just because he's powerful, He needs VIP treatment? We're both studying here and paying tuition." I said. "Except for you." She says.

And far away, in the heart of the vampire capital, a circle of elders lit the old fire and whispered her name like a curse. Tatiana Sanguine. The heir. The key. The storm.

She picked the lock with a flick of her dagger and flipped through the pages until she found it: House Valenhart — oldest of the Twelve Vampire Houses. Said to descend from the first-born child of the Moon God and a wolf goddess. The bloodline was marked by a gift: shadowwalking, eternal memory, and the Dark Gift — the ability to absorb pain from others and store it within themselves. Varek Valenhart. First-born son. Current heir. So he was royalty. And he had been hiding it. Of course he had. When she confronted him, she didn’t wait for diplomacy.

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

"I really don't. Up until this morning, I thought I was just a rogue trying to survive until graduation." "Okay, crash course in supernatural genetics." She pulled out their phone, scrolling through what looked like scanned pages of ancient texts. "Blood Heirs are born maybe once every few generations. They have the ability to absorb and temporarily wield other wolves' abilities, strength, speed, specific gifts like tracking or persuasion. In theory, a fully trained Blood Heir could take on the powers of multiple wolves at once." "That sounds..." I searched for the right word. "Terrifying."

“Your family tree was hidden at birth. They tried to hide who you were so no vampires could trace you.” “How?” “Your four greats of a grandfather was a vampire.” I watch as her eyes widen, and I continue. “Your four greats of a grandmother was a witch. She cast a spell so no one could find you. That was until I dug deeper into who you were and why I was so attracted to you.” “What else do you know?” I can hear the shock in her voice as she speaks. “Here is the thing. I want you to hear this from me first and know that I love you and will love you no matter what choice you make.” “Just spit it out, Lawler.” Her irritation is growing on my lingering conversation. “Your four greats of a grandmo

I was surprised the witches had so many factions and type of powers and that the sorcerers actually stayed in hiding as the supernatural world thought they were gone out of this world. “Only the Royal vampire family know we still exist as they would generally prefer to marry women from our own,” she explained. There was something like that? “I heard it’s why the vampire heirs have the power to stay under the sun and are also a lot stronger than the others.” By the time we eventually called it a night and I slipped inside my room, Giveon was there. Seated on my bed and looking through the last book I had been reading before the whole thing with papa happened.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."