Vampire Immortal Novels & Stories

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

I told her, as I began to gently flip through his entries. “My greatest grandfather is the one that spread his immortality among the humans he deemed worthy of his gift, as they set forth procreating more of our kind. But this vampire didn’t come from the blood of one made from my greatest grandfather.” She explains to me, and I realize what she is trying to tell me. “He was made an immortal by the Gods, just like your greatest grandfather.”

I shook my head and asked him, "Why would I be afraid?" "You are aware of who I am... I am a vampire, Catalina. It only takes a second for me to put an end to you," I sighed and hung my head low. "I think you can't hurt me," "Do you?" He sealed the entrance using a blast of frigid air and shut all of the windows in this mansion, even the ones in the most inaccessible nooks. "You know what I'm capable of," "I...I know," "Do you know that I've been around for a long time? I am, along with a great many others, an immortal—"

Nezeira, looked at him and said, "Who said vampires are immortal?" Emmet, "Are they not?" Nezeira, gave out a sarcastic smile, "No Mr. Emmet, vampires are pretty killable. Sunlight kills vampires. It's the standard procedure for executions in Vladmore." Emmet, "So, it's just long life for you people, and not to mention superhuman strength, speed, and senses." Nezeira, "Pretty much."

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

Zeus could see hurt in his eyes. Master Vincent: He is my blood. He is my flesh. He is my grandson. Alpha Zeus: What? He can't be. Zeus replied and shook his head. Master Vincent: You can't take your eyes off of my face and yet you are still denying it. You can see his face, can't you? Alpha Zeus: But if you are... then he is… Is he an immortal? A vampire? Master Vincent: Yes he is. He is a vampire. I can't believe it's been eighteen years. He is an adult now.

“I’m not the only one who’s lost loved ones. Ask anyone in the Clan – any vampire, even – and every single one will have lost someone along the way. It’s the curse of immortality.” We picked our way out of the clearing and back onto the trail. “But she was immortal too,” I said, my tone lilting up at the end, questioning and curious. “Well, yeah. Immune to disease and a fast healer. But she wasn’t immune to death. None of us are.” His tone was nonchalant, but with a hard edge that said this conversation was over.