Vampire Nobles Novels & Stories

The palace yard had been transformed into a gruesome battlefield, strewn with the lifeless bodies of both humans and their experimental vampires. Vampires who died were turned into ashes. The prisoners who emerged from the dungeon and served as the vampires' shield when humans invaded their domain are either dead or fighting. Fortunately, Cromwell and his beloved spouse have managed to evade the grasp of death. The remaining nobles were still fighting. The abilities of nobles are scattered. Vines snaked their way across the ground, coiling around anything in their path.

Jake's hushed voice came through her earpiece. She pushed the button on hers, "Moving to your position," she confirmed and then started to make her way towards the bar. Their target for the evening was a young rich vampire called Darius Kroner, he was trying to buy his way into the nobles even though he was not from a noble bloodline. It wasn't going to work well for him as the nobles were very particular about staying with their own. He was a main funder for the trade of humans on the black market. They were to torture information out of him and then dispatch of him.

"Anyone who associates with you is not innocent. But I'm talking about the human girl you abducted two days ago from a nightclub." Confusion ran through me at Francis' words. I leaned forward as the grip on the phone tightened. "I never did anything of the sort." Sol denied it immediately. Francis pulled out a phone to show Sol something, but I couldn't see what it was. "Is that so? Reports say that a woman named Kaya Taylor, aged 25, was seen at your place of residence recently. You are in violation of taking a human into the residency of a well-known pureblooded vampire without the permission of the VHO." (Note: Vampire Hunter Organization=VHO)

She didn't want to meet her demise at the hands of these bloodsuckers, who possessed the speed of a moving car and the strength to demolish buildings with their bare hands. "They must be Vampire novices," she pondered. Based on the news she had heard, vampires were classified into four groups: the vampire King, vampire nobles, damphirs, and vampire novices. The vampire King stood as the most powerful among them, surpassing all others in strength. Vampire nobles, the royal class, could harm a damphir but wouldn't emerge unscathed due to the power scale. The trained vampires known as damphirs served as guards, possessing certain a

I asked cautiously, aware that the topic might seem unfamiliar to him. Edmond furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nosferatu vampires? No, I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. I nodded, understanding his response. "They are a secretive and reclusive group of vampires known for their nocturnal activities and aversion to sunlight," I explained. "We've come across some information that suggests they might be involved in certain mysterious incidents in Crescentville, including your mother's disappearance." Edmond's eyes widened in surprise. "Vampires? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel," he said, disbelief evident in his voice.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.

He didn't show any reaction in his face when he explained, "Lythian is an ancient and advanced civilization that once existed in the supernatural world. It was a society where werewolves and vampires coexisted in harmony, living together in peace and mutual respect. The people of Lythian were known for their wisdom, understanding of supernatural forces, and their ability to maintain balance between the two factions. Lythian served as a beacon of hope for both werewolves and vampires, demonstrating that peaceful coexistence was possible despite their differences. The civilization was guided by powerful leaders who upheld the values of unity and cooperation between the two factions. Lythian pl

Inside the conference hall, Knight's mansion. Alaric Knight attended an important meeting with elders of the council. There were five elders from each coven, standing tall and taking their thrones respectively. All of them looked old and pale yet dangerous and powerful. Their gaze was enough to make the ordinary coven members bow to them. When Alaric arrived in the hall, all of the elders started him curiously. He was the true vampire heir of the Knight's. Upon his arrival, the other coven members stood in respect and sat after Alaric passed the alley.

He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that covered most of his lower face but did not muffle his voice; some sort of crest on the front, holding it in place. “No sir.” I whispered, struggling to hold myself on one knee; my master never made me stay like this for so long. The first vampire smiled wildly; his voice thick with the accent of old. “I am Sebastian Phantomhive and these are my children Elizabeth and Vincent.” I gasped, bolting upright as panic swept through me; the Phantomhive’s were the sworn enemy of my master, he hated them with every fibre of his being, and I was sure the feeling was mutual. They were the ones who began the war centuries ago, and there has been a