Vampire Servant Novels & Stories

"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.

Because if she fell for him while they were in the marriage, she would have lived with longer with their child instead of taking her own life. "Is anyone else brought here along with me?" I asked the female servant who brought me a chalice of blood the next day. The servant looked hesitant. Maybe she was told not to talk to me or something like that. "Is the question very hard? The answer is just a yes or no." She sighed and shook her head subtly. She looked young and innocent, probably why she easily gave in. "You mean I am the only brought here?" I asked in a whisper. She's also a vampire so I'm sure she heard it right.

His sire, of course! A sigh escaped me as the pieces fit together in my head. Sired vampires were basically humans turned into vampires by the masters, bound to their will, and tied to their blood. Every pure-blooded vampire had the ability to create obedient servants who were eternally loyal and often completely hollow inside. As arguing with those custom made puppets would be pointless, I shifted, trying to push myself up. My limbs felt heavy, but not as weak as before. The medicine had given me enough strength to move my aching figure without any help.

Before Liz can move it away, the maid steps down—hard. Pain shoots up Liz’s arm. Her fingers twist under the pressure. She gasps. “Move,” the maid snaps, though she stepped on Liz deliberately. “Useless little human.” She cursed, like the word human was something dirty. Most of the servants in the compound were vampires, as it is said that the prince disliked humans, or tolerated them. The Vampire servants always carried themselves with superiority, like they were somehow better than the human population.

Not thinking that. Jonathan finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Jonathan snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

It seems like they are slowly transformed into something dangerous. “Master, I think it's enough for now. They will just give you a headache or nothing more, they cannot hold them before blood and there is a king who awoke from his deep slumber if he knows it's us who made humans into a vampire, the king would surely gonna hunts us down,” the servant said in a concerned tone. “Well, well, I am so amazed to see your love for our king. Why? Though you are my servant, I felt like your loyalty lies with the king,” Harris cliff said with a light voice as if he isn't concerned about those threats.

To help with my daily life and for my own safety, I ordered a powerful, handsome vampire online. But he seemed to have a few… defects. He was always staring hungrily at my neck, his fangs would appear without warning, and his eyes would flash red. It wasn't until later that I realized he wasn't sick—he was just hungry in a way that had nothing to do with blood. "Are you sure you want to order this one?" The app's customer service rep sounded hesitant. "This vampire is a bit… special. His needs are very strong. I’d recommend a model with a gentler temperament."

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.