Vampire Pet Novels & Stories

“This place is for our pets.” “Pets,” I repeat, unsure if he realized that what he was saying was contradictory. Wasn’t I also nothing more than a pet to them? Anyway, who kept a fucking human as a pet? Vampires, I huff inwardly, reminding myself again of where I was. “You realize these are humans, correct?” I point out once I’m free. “I’m also a human, so how am I any different?” “You’re,” Vance begins, considering. "Special, I suppose. Your blood is different.”

I gave away what I had. "Wrong, mates are known to engage in sexual intimacy with their companions. Both share each other's blood and live as equals affectionately until the end of time but either can also be a submissive pet if they prefer while a kindred with a human pet can be intimate as with a mate, but the two are not equal and only the kindred feeds on its pet, and they remain strictly professional." "When a vampire wishes to mate with a human, the vampire sinks its teeth into the veins of the neck called carotid arteries, which supplies oxygenated blood to the head, turning them into vampires. Hence the reason our pets are humans and not Vampire's." Vince concluded.

Her damn fucking cat. As a rule, Vampyres don’t do pets. Or pets don’t do Vampyres? I’m not sure who started it. Maybe they think we smell yucky because we’re obligate hemovores. Maybe we rejected them because they get along so well with Weres and Humans. Either way, when I began living among the Humans, the concept of a domestic animal felt supremely foreign to me.

I saw Damon gripping the desk and I gave him a quick wink before focusing my attention on Keddrick again. “Then you have the pets. Sorry for the name, but that's what we call them. They're humans that know about the world and are usually always with a certain vampire. Sometimes to provide blood, some as girlfriends. Some even as workers or slaves. They will be marked with a mark, showing ownership. Humans below it won't get marked and are free to take for anyone that wants them. Pets cannot be harmed by other vampires. They will ask the owner if they can, but they're usually very protective over their own. Usually everybody takes a pet or two and a few humans for food.” Keddrick explained fu

Cliff became my owner and conducted a fruitless attempt to raise me as a pet. When you became a pet, you were owned by the vampire who selected you. Orphanages were a breeding operation, meant to raise us like cattle until a vampire deemed us worthy enough to become their property. At twenty years old, I had never been selected by a vampire. Vampires desired humans with blonde hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin. Because of my appearance, I was the furthest from what vampires admired, and Mr. Cliff never let me forget it. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Nadia spun around in hopes to catch another glimpse of the vampire. She then shut her eyes tight as a lump formed in her throat. This isn’t happening, she thought. Impossible..She continued. It was an irrevocably overwhelming rush of emotions when realizing that the villainous creature was her mate. Coyotes do not mate with such a bond much less to the opposite species. Vampires were cruel and unworthy. Their sole purpose is to kill and devour-that’s it. Whatever heart felt emotions they had were long gone and nonexistent. They weren’t capable of such responsibilities other than drinking blood.

“I am surprised you haven't seen one, that is the creature most vampires use as their familiar.” Mari summoned a familiar with a single thought, something that was easy for the undead creatures to do, and as if by fate her companion was a small bat. I smiled slightly, the creature was awe worthy, its wings perfectly shaped and sharp. I concentrated as hard as I could on how it looked, how it moved as it sat upon Mari’s shoulder, its eyes bright and vibrant. I can do this, I told myself sternly, demanding that my mind was clear of all the negativity I felt; concentrating on that one creature, on everything it did.

She locked eyes with me, and she shifted into an impressive gray wolf with green eyes. That was when I knew. She was a hybrid like me: Wolf and vampire. Though by birth, not by bite. She was as rare as I was.

“You brought me a pet?” I wanted to stumble back as she approached, but it was like my feet were glued in place. Her nails were sharp, deep burgundy against her pale skin as she dragged them over my neck. “Oh such a pretty neck too. Pale and delicate.” She moved fluid grace until she stood behind me, cupping my jaw. “Is she a gift for me, Bastian? You know how I love to play with my food, she looks absolutely stunning in red.” “Mr. Vale,” I gasped, fear clawing through my drunken haze. “What’s going on?”

Also, Sir Danilo wants Dan to marry a pureblood and have high-ranking pureblood grandchildren in his bloodline. I know that a pureblood can revive someone dead, so does that mean Mama is a pureblood too? Wait, what's the difference between the other vampires anyway? If I become a vampire, will Sir Danilo accept me as his son's wife and let us live in peace here? Being a vampire doesn't sound bad at all, right? "Dan," I called my husband, and he looked at me. "Can you make me a vampire too?" I said to him, and his forehead creased.