Vampire Servant Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"If this is what I am thinking it is, you better take your bag and yourself and get out of my house. You are not highly welcome, just because I am making small talks with you here and there doesn't mean we are cool. I don't like people coming to my personal space so leave." "It seems I put on my talk-to-me face Uncle Vlad," Hiro said and put a big frown on his face. Joining his index and middle finger and snapped them together, the vampire servant who has been there since came to meet him quickly bowing slightly. "Go and get me a cold drink or are you now also blind as well?" he ordered. The vampire servant left to do as told, l

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.

I furrowed my brows at the sight of a woman I had never met, seated beside the largest dog in this pack, already tearing into her meat. “Finally,” he drawled, not even bothering to rise. Custom dictated that one stood to greet an arrival at the dining table, wolf or vampire alike, yet he remained seated as if I were beneath such courtesy. A servant pulled out a chair for me, and I sat. As if mocking me, they served meat, when it was carved into law and tradition that vampires are no carnivores. Especially a Bloodling like me, whose very survival rested solely on blood. “Would you rather serve me yourself?” I asked the servant with an eerie smile. “Though I imagine your blood would taste as b

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.

The two vampire servants who were there to greet them looked hospitable at first, but the moment they saw the murderous faces of the wolves and lycans, they became visibly frightened. One servant nudged the other as he himself became invisible, courtesy of his defense mechanism. The other servant, who was a velox, fought the urge to sprint away and fidgeted when he forced a smile and said, “R-Right th-this way, Y-Your Highnesses.”

my wolf warned. I internally nodded in agreement and got out as soon as Adrian opened the door for me. We were greeted by one of the female vampire servants, who led us to a large boardroom. She looked appalling, she was skimpily dressed! Does he have no shame?" "The Master will be with you shortly, your highness," said the servant as she bowed, almost letting her tits roll out. The moment she lifted her head, she disappeared without making a sound. Creepy fucking race!