Romans & histoires Vampire Servant

Natasha found it cute but didn’t show it to her face. "Okay? but where am I?" Natasha tried to sit up from the bed and the servant helped her out. "You're at Draven's household. My master accidentally hit you that's why you're here." the vampire servant answered what she only knew to Natasha. "I see...ahm..." Natasha didn't know what to say to her since the servant was a vampire when her stomach crumbled. The vampire servant chuckled. "Seems like you are hungry. I will get something for you to eat and you have to stay here till you are fully recovered." The vampire servant smiled genuinely at her

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

She went to the dining table where a male vampire servant was waiting for her, bringing out a seat for her to sit on while bowing his head. "Go and call me my son." She ordered the vampire. The vampire bowed and left as another female vampire came towards her with a glass cup filled with warm blood. Giving her the glass cup, the servant girl left, leaving Adelena alone who drank the blood quickly. The piano stopped and soon afterwards the mask guy came down from the stairs and went to meet her. He was bare chest naked and was only putting on a trouser. His pale skin he was showing was good enough to lick, his red hair was in a ponytail. He was in his late twen

The many colours of angry swirling magic thrashing against the jars that have them contained until they are needed. One of my servants comes in. She is a submissive demon, I have a few that work in my household. “Are you ready to get out mistress?” She asks with her head bowed at all times, her eyes flick to the hologram of Chemosh’s daughter before looking back to the floor.

Drinking the animal's blood for its amusement. He also had preternatural senses. The man could see even in the dark, like a predator, he could run in a blur and his two peasants know about this. After all, those two were hunters themselves and just a few days ago, they found this man unconscious and naked in the grassland. They took him in on their wagon and when it's awakened it suddenly lunged on them and took their blood. Drinking until they were almost out of breath but the man healed them and now they were his most trusted servant. But their lord has no memories, he was like a child with no memories so they gave him one. They told him that he was their master and they were animal hunter

With a wave, he reduced those vampire servants who attacked him to nothing more than a bloody mist. However, vampire servants had no fear of death. To be exact, the only thing driving them on was their instinct to kill. They charged endlessly at Cyril. As time passed, even Cyril's speed got affected by the relentless onslaught. He grew frustrated. At the same time, he also wondered if Andrew was somehow able to avoid being attacked by the vampire servants. Andrew should have already been buried under a dense swarm of thralls. By all logic, Cyril should have arrived to finish him off effortlessly.

she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. And... who... are you? “I am your queen,” she said with all confidence. And why do you walk freely? she said with disgust in her voice. I didn't reply, just looked at her closely. She was a vampire. “Servants do not get to walk around the castle like they owned the place.” “Make your useless self useful before I make you my dinner,” she flashed her fangs. I bowed my head. “Yes, my queen.” I wanted to protest, but I was a servant now, and I've heard of vampires I didn't want to over step with her.

He was something more, something ancient that walked the line between vampire and beast. Her legs trembled, but she locked her knees, refusing to collapse. “Zora,” she managed, her voice a thin whisper. “I am no one.” “You are wrong.” His breath ghosted across her ear. “Your husband offered you to me as a welcome gift. Do you know what I requested?” She could only shake her head, a tight, terrified motion. “A blood servant,” he said, the words dripping with dark intent. “And he offered you. He told me to drain you dry to spare you the pain of his rejection. He did not just cast you out, little wolf. He sentenced you to death.”

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

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.