Vampire Hierarchy Novels & Stories

"I think you'll like this better than a heavy chain." Noah said with a smile, slipping it around my wrist. "I like it a lot." I replied as such, even though it was used for the same purpose as the chains, to confine me. "All vampires have an item that symbolizes their status. With it, even if I am not at the manor, no vampire will dare to hit on you unless he wants to be burned to ashes by the holy fire." Noah’s expression got serious. Vampires had a strict hierarchy, and if a lower-level vampire tried to take something from a higher-level vampire,

Keenly, I went after Abigail, my best friend's girlfriend, as she tottled down the hallway by herself, her blue Nike tracksuit was smeared and reeked of fresh blood. I gripped my bag tightly and probably didn't have the time to breathe. For some reason, she smelled so good, like bacon after a long hike. She staggered like an injured deer. She was the prey, I was the predator. ~~~~~~ Just like grades in the high school system, Vampires are hierarchical, from the most powerful and unstoppable down to the less powerful and easily tamed. The first in the order of hierarchy are the; BLACK–eyed Vamps, the darkest. Followed is the RED–eyed Vamps, the most raging, then BLUE–eyed Vamps, the peaceful.

"You're supposed to be serving the council." "The council?" Viktor laughed, a cold sound without humor. "Morgana was weak to spare you, traitor. She's lost her way, lost the respect of true vampires. So I've formed my own alliance." He gestured to the mixed group behind him. "Vampires, werewolves, witches, all of us who prefer the old ways. Separation. Hierarchy. With vampires at the top, as nature intended." "You've gone rogue," I said. "Start your own faction."

CHAPTER 133 BLOODLINE In the Vampire society, there was a structured hierarchy, and its helm was the enigmatic Count Lysander, who had arrived in New Orleans from a distant land centuries ago. He was the one, who had overseen the growth of the vampire kingdom within the city, guiding his immortal subjects through the epochs of change, the adaptation to the evolving world whilst maintaining the essence of their timeless existence. The French Quarter provided the vampires with the perfect cover, a place where the night concealed their true natures. It was the place for them.

He told me everything. Not kindly. Not gently. Kenny didn't do gentle—I already knew that. He told me the way he did everything, with the calm authority of a man delivering information he expected to be received without hysteria. Werewolves. Vampires. A supernatural hierarchy running underneath New York like a second city. Power structures and territories and ancient agreements that had been in place longer than the buildings above them. And the attention system. That part took the longest to explain because it was the most impossible and the most true.

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.

You must be kidding,"In faux horror, she shouted, clapping a hand to her breast. She could feel her heartbeat double beneath her palm. He disregarded her irony. Before we enter, there is something you should be aware of. He took her hand in his, the broad pad of his thumb caressing her sensitive palm as if to soothe the severity of his words, "Vampires pleasure in sticking to a highly tight hierarchy when among their own kind, despite their enjoyment of wreaking chaos on mortals. "I won't just be your lover tonight if we're going to make them think you gave your soul to me voluntarily. You'll report to me.

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after

Right now, all I could think about is my anger towards my Father and how I needed to protect my mother at all costs. Closing the gap between us, the man reached his hand forward. Carefully I placed my hand into his and immediately felt a buzzing sensation wash throughout my body. “Don’t worry. It is just the contract. Nothing to be frightened about.” He must have noticed my unease of the feeling to mention it. “Ready?” He asks as though he has all the time in the world to wait on me to be ready. Hesitantly I nod my head. His smile turns wicked as his grip tightens on my hand, and I instantly feel myself become overwhelmed with the buzzing feeling. “I Lawler Brandt King of the Northern Vampir

As she fought and clawed at him, Lavinia took the opportunity to lean into the taller girl beside her. "What is this? Where are those girls going?" The taller girl glanced between Lavinia and the crying girl. "Astor is choosing his next batch of meals." "Astor…" That name was familiar to Lavinia. Everyone knew the Astor Family, a Vampire Clan that had control of an entire supply chain of blood. Every vulnerable citizen knew the process. Astor Industries grew and manufactured blood to sell to other vampires, eliminating the need to hunt. But blood does not grow without life. Rumors swirled around that family that they ran farms, raising humans for the slaughter, and selling their blood