Vampire Idol Novels & Stories

He managed to whisper hoarsely. I leaned down, so I was almost at eye level with him, and his eyes locked onto mine. “You have been chosen by our goddess Nyx to fulfill your role as a vampire,” I began to tell him the same speech I gave them all. “With her strength, love, and courage, you will continue this change into a new being and conquer all that stands in your way. This is not the end for you, but only the beginning.” When humans don’t die during the change, I like to think of them as chosen by the goddess herself. So, I make sure they know that their successful change is no accident.

His lips move, and he starts speaking in a voice as cold and empty as a grave. "I am Vivaldi Monteverdi," he says in a flat voice. "My darkest secret is that I'm a vampire who stripteases." I let out a disbelieving laugh. A stripper vampire? That's his big confession? Still, I keep listening, eager for the rest of his answers. My face scrunches up with confusion and doubt. This isn't the bombshell I was expecting. His monotone fills the air, making everything feel surreal. "My life goal is to find a gay first blood vampire so I can entertain him with my strip teasing skills forever," he continues. "As for the people I hurt, I did it to show my master I'm not just a hot stripper, but also a s

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.

He nods and as an added affirmation of the vow, he says, “I am Gezer Zarn, a vampire of the Blood God. For all eternity, I, and all my descendants, will honor this vow.” Before I let go of his hand, I say, “I am Kaiya of Pitchford, a she-wolf of the Moon Goddess. For as long as I am alive, I will make sure that Gezer Zarn and his descendants will honor this vow. In exchange, I will do everything in my power to protect them.” “I’m guessing you will do the same thing with the others,” General Lorant interjects. Two vampires are standing behind him. This time they are docile. They cut both their palms and offers them to me.

Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past? Type is a, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonathan said they hate angles, so if they actually hate wolf's how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also a wolf in past? "Type was a wolf to before turning into

A voice from the crowd interrupted, "How would expelling Yadiel be advantageous for vampires? After all, he ensures a steady supply of fresh human blood." With a nod of acknowledgment, Victor clarified, "While Yadiel's provision may seem beneficial to many, his exorbitant fees and the occasional tainted blood supply are significant drawbacks. More importantly, I detest the concept of 'blood bags'—human beings reduced to mere sustenance. My mother is human; I fled the palace in my youth to prevent her from becoming a blood slave to my father. Vampires often seek human companions, and it’s not uncommon for humans to become vampire mates. To prey on potential mates is profoundly abhorrent to me

The Vampire screamed out in agony, "Answer me!" "Go to Hell!" The Vampire screeched back, "She is our light in the dark... Our savior who will bring the beacon of hope upon her return..." The Vampire smirked at her as she thrusted her claws into Aiden's chest. He grunted, stumbling off of her and into a tree, collapsing beside it. The Vampire jumped to her feet, her once beautiful features now grotesque and demented. She pressed a hand to her chest, her corset now stained with blood, "She will come to claim what is rightfully hers, and once she does," She raised her hands to the sky, her face flushed, "No one will stop her. Not the Werewolf Queen. Not the Light Witches. Not even the damned H

person that he is trying desperately to be. I sent my spies out to keep eyes on him long ago. I wanted to test him and bring out the monster inside, I was pleased when I was told of everything he has been doing. The destruction he caused, the fear he has instilled into the world, had shown that he was not someone to be trifled with. Everything was becoming beautiful, until now, this Bitch with her slut daughter! They are ruining him! Hunter Eldridge is a Vampire! Not some pathetic human! His involvement with them is turning him soft! I need to act soon before everything turns worse and he forgets who he is! He needs to become the terror he should be! Only he has the potential to become King,

Finally, they reached a hidden chamber where the artifact lay: a dark, pulsating crystal that seemed to radiate malevolent energy. Viktor approached the crystal, his eyes gleaming with greed. “With this, we will take back our city.” He reached out and touched the crystal, and a surge of dark energy enveloped him. Viktor let out a roar as the power coursed through his veins, enhancing his strength and abilities. The other vampires watched in awe and fear as their leader transformed into a being of pure darkness. ---

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.