Vampire Nobles Novels & Stories

The doctor just gave him a knowing smile and proceeded out the door. Dayanne, as he heard from the convenience manager awhile ago, is already breathing steadily when he went closer and sat beside her bed. Her brown locks scattered around her pillow. The wounds are already covered with gauges but her blood's scent still lingers. He could not explain the extreme attraction of her scent on him. But he's starting to feel possessive of her. He tried to consult their elders. They all agreed that she must be a part royal. Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality.

He wished he would've just kissed and bitten those full luscious lips. "Drive faster. I need to feed." The chauffer's hands felt like jelly when Levi spoke. That was the power of a Vampire with noble blood, the inborn authority that could control and destroy anything, even other vampires. They also lived longer than others so they were considered immortal. This caused a lot of inner conflict in the fifteenth century leaving very few Nobles scattered around the world. It was quite easy killing a vampire: a wooden stake to the heart but that was where the difference between the Nobles and the others lied. To kill one, you either had to have some universal luck or a truckload of stakes to stab

He took a breath letting it settle the ice of his heart and slowly he came back to himself “the new vampire lord has demanded my land” his brother said He looked at his brother in surprise “the who what now?” he said making consus smile “you’ve updated a couple of things i see” consus said “you could say that talk to me i have not heard of a new vampire lord in this area not since father abolished the rule before his death” he said “this vampire has taken it upon himself to become one and has taken to waging war to the surrounding groups, me and you and just two other groups are left he means to take the entire area and become an overlord” consus said

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

natural flare. Massive castles, lavish banquets, pale chandeliers, elegant laces, and crimson cups of blood. Everything is like a colorful vanity painting of the nobility. Brawen took a sip of the blood that had turned into water, and didn't think much of it. It just feels like those nobles just want to show everyone how flashy they are. At this time, everyone stopped all activities, and no one asked anyone to look up at the high platform. The seat of honor. A position that no C or D rank vampire could ever reach.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was wrong, Sarah’s the only irresponsible vampire in history. There's not one single reference of a member of the royal family leaving the kingdom. It's like none of my ancestors even anticipated an incident like this. "Good going Sarah, there are better ways to punish me for not paying attention to you, this is just too much! I don't even know if you're dead or alive. Please come home." A slight knock interrupted my monologue. Rhea? This feels weird and unexpected. I guess she's still our friend after all.

I tapped her arm, and wrote, “Old Blood?” “Oh, them. You don’t know who your people are fighting?” Jules asked. “Vampires,” I wrote. “Well, I’m a vampire and I’m surely not fighting any war,” Jules said with a laugh. “What about you, Ronan?” He shook his head. “The vampires your people are fighting are the Old Blood. Vampire nobility,” Jules explained. “Hm. I guess I have to talk about the war, don’t I? Bah! It’s so dull.”

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?

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

The mansion is used as the main headquarters by vampire nobility to attend important meetings and for the royal bloodline of the vampires to call it their home. The limped David walked through the hallway of the mansion is now fuming with a rage. “That damned dog! There is no way I just got defeated by that mutt!” He can’t believe the fact that Andrei that he previously thought was just a failed werewolf prince, managed to beat him in a fight, and he has to run away with his tails between his legs in order to survive. As he keeps spouting curses and words of disbelief in each step, he is confronted by Leonard, one of the few vampire that hold the title of Ancient Vampire and also the current