Vampire Servant Novels & Stories

Hearing his words made Caiden frown, he raised his hand and asked, “Mr Mike, why is a master able to have many servants? Can a servant be a master too?” Mr Mike shook his head, “I am glad you asked that question. Unfortunately, a servant is only born from being fed on by a Lord or his or her direct child, for instance the children of Lord Kham and Lord Night, Alexander Night and Tate Kham, those who have the blood of the pure vampires in them. Vampires like you can feed but your essence will kill the humans. A master mainly has servants or children so that the vampire race can continue to live but it is monitored so that the humans and werewolves do not die out.”

" I said when I saw our servants. —Go with them, they are not safe yet. —My lord, I won't leave you alone. I look at Claudia, I smile to one side because in spite of everything, she is still by my side. —I need you to protect her. She is the most important thing to me. SERENA When I woke up I saw myself surrounded by the things that were mine, my old room, Madi was next to me holding my hand, when she sees me she hugs me while she says she is glad because I was well. But I am still confused as I don't know what happened. A strong headache invades me and that's when the memories come to me all at once, among them the encounters I have had with Antton and the people I killed, innocent people,

The clasp must have been loose, because the collar came away instantly. Lucy growled, grabbed my collar in retaliation, and pulled it free of my neck as well. “What is this?” yelled a nearby vampire servant. I hadn’t seen her enter the room, so I didn’t know when she arrived or how much she’d seen. But in that moment, she rushed toward us. “Stop this at once!” Lucy backed off of me at once, showing respect to the vampire servant by instantly obeying her commands. The vampire servant glared at all of us, showing her clear displeasure without words.

Of course, she knew what this was. “The drink cut.” Drink cut was the cut that was made by the knife from their inner arm to the inner wrist. “Do you know what I am?” “I know,” she felt the massive knot inside her stomach. Her positivity dropped below sea level as well. Inwardly, she cursed him. This information was important and served its purpose. She understood James’s intention. “You were the blood servant of the former vampire lord.” Blood servant was the servant that dedicatedly supplied their blood through the knife cut. The blood that spilled would be put inside the wine glass which would be consumed by the vampire later, whenever they ran out of energy.

What was said at the spur of the moment turned out to be exactly what she was looking for? Her previous comment about the vampires' servants being useless came back to me. She must've expected something out of the ordinary when she became interested in them. And then got rid of them when she didn't find what she was looking for. Vampires' servants are either tools for their lord's or future recruits. But just like Protégés, it has to be consensual. They are not servants in the way humans view servants. Meaning that they signified something for their lords. They share some kind of a symbiotic relationship. They are not useless.

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

he asked She nodded “you can make a servant or ghoul from giving blood to a half breed but it takes large amounts and continuous giving of it for almost a week before it takes effect and even then the half breed has to want to be with you, which you might pull off if they are addicted to your bite before hand” he answered She blinked “i feel like everything that i know is a lie” she whispered as another wave of shame shook through him he took a breath as his eyes filled with tears “well then lets reeducate you... bethany is here for the next few days as we transition into king and familiar why don’t you sit with her and ask anything you are unsure of i know coming from her instead of a vampi

It's colossal and extremely mind blasting. I look down, and I can see my own reflection very clearly. Ibet they do not have mirrors in their rooms. "What can I do for you?" I quickly look up at the direction of the voice. I see a woman walking towards me with her hands intertwined at her stomach. She looks in her late thirties. Her clothes are different from the rest. And she has icy blue eyes. A vampire. "Hello! I'm here for the interview for the Servant Manager post." I smile as she stops at an appropriate distance.

Five male vampires were seated on the left wing of the table while four male vampires and one female vampire were seated on the other wing. They were even surprised to see her in such a state, looking haggard and frustrated. "Bring her here." Mosco ordered. His seat was the first to be seen from where their head seat was. The drudge vampire leaped towards her and brought her to him. The drudge vampires were special servants made and specifically owned by the grand elders of Volturi. These are the strongest vampires of the coven. The vampire left to bury her mate with a few of her kind after narrating everything in detail.

"KING ASMODEUS! THE HUMAN!" The demons around me whipped their heads to the intruder and one flew to the servant and snapped his body against a tree. A sickening crunch was heard and the servant fell to the floor in a small lump. He didn't move again. Before I could count to three, someone appeared next to the dead servant. Adrian.