Vampire Nobles Novels & Stories

A plume of ash covered Ray when the head struck the alley wall, the remaining two stood watching the glowing red eyes through the smoke of human remains. "Please my lord! We will leave this land! We swear!" Ray walked to them slowly "You must be led by a powerful vampire, if you as turned fangs knew I was a noble, knew the term noble, he must have educated you of us?" "He did sir! We will take you to him!" "Now where's the fun in that!?" Ray was gone from their vision in a blur again and the two wailed when his hands struck both of their hearts out, he stood back watching the ash pile up, not even fun, as he had hoped.

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

"Damn this mouth of mine!!" Maybe it's because of his current situation or maybe it's the fruit of his lack of socialization, the effort of making Erin comfortable dies instantly. Rather than seeing her happy face, a shadow of sadness is now lingering on her face as Edward peeks at her a bit. "The Count Lord Rowan Robello belongs to the Vlad Clan. It's a clan of pure vampires who are very serious about protecting their lineages. Even if it means they need to marry among the relatives. And that means an outsider is completely restricted. Even if it's an impure vampire...they are not allowed!" Edward's stern voice floats around the room when he describes everything in a go. " Let's put an end

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

The young vamp wolf zoomed in front of the pastor starring in the pastor’s eyes as his own shifted to a crimson red. “Tell us what we need to know Scott said as tears proud from his eyes. “Scotty?” The Pastor stood still his eyes wide open and is willing to resist the strange trance was absent. “What was our mom’s job?” Pastor Miles remained in tranced as he was completed to answer Scott's questions. “To keep the royal half-blood from falling into the wrong hands?” “Who’s the royal half-blood?” Scott asked. The pastor answered the vamp wolf with unwilling honesty. “You are, Scott Nollax.”

She had to get re-accustomed to her body, which had become about twice as strong in the span of a night. After going through their memories, Nya had discovered that they were actually nobles of vampire aristocracy, who were on holiday. This briefly worried her, but she soon dismissed it, opting to focus on immediate concerns. She has also discovered that the vampires had brought weapons with them. They each carried with them a combat dagger, and what she assumed to be weird handguns. She tested her proficiency with both kinds of weapons, and found that her past expertise as a soldier made her proficient with both.

“Oh, pureblood, those origins of the vampires where all the vampire creatures have to bow and obey, aren’t they the same thing, about those noble vampires?” "That's the one thing, Oli, where you're mistaken. Since the pureblood are the kings and queens of the food chain and the noble vampires as well as human-turned vampires will readily fall to ashes when enraged by the pureblood vampires, the noble vampires cannot be compared to pureblood vampires. Remember Oli, they are dreadful creatures that nobody should tamper with.” I have listened to everything that these two have to say, but how is it possible for Xander to burn those beasts to ashes that night?

asked the youngest of the Council, his tone eager. “No,” said Tharos sharply. “We must wait. Watch.” “But if Elira awakens…” “We will act before that,” Tharos said darkly. “We always do.” --- Whispers spread like wildfire in elite gatherings. In Misty town, noble vampires in crimson robes clinked their glasses and muttered in disbelief. “The half-lycan, half-witch prince is marrying a Moonwell girl?” “After all the noble daughters turned down or overlooked—he chooses her?”

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

Before the eyes of the entire court, streaks of silver spread through the crimson crest until both marks became identical. The bond had accepted them. A collective gasp swept through the nobles. “No…” one council elder whispered, shaking his head repeatedly. “The Crimson Vow cannot make mistakes.” “It has never chosen anything except a vampire,” another noble argued, his voice trembling. “This… this creature cannot be our queen.” “Creature?” the elderly duke who had fallen to his knees whispered hoarsely. “You fools have no idea who stands before us.” His words only deepened the panic.