Vampire Servant Novels & Stories

She turned her head and glared at me viciously. "Do you think that by using such despicable means to break Richard's leg, I'd come back to you?" She slapped me hard across the face. "This only makes me loathe you even more. You vile creature, you will never compare to Richard!" After speaking, she trotted over and threw herself into Richard's arms. "Do you think that by doing this, I'd be happy?" Vivian choked up, looking up at him with feigned anger. "You idiot! Have you forgotten the contract we signed? You will always be my master!"

Then he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Bloodsuckers, report to me." Among the crowd in the streets, three Japanese men of different ages immediately turned their heads toward the old vampire. They quickened their pace to come and bow, hands resting against their stomachs, before Augustine. "Master," the three men whispered. Augustine nodded his head in satisfaction. The network of vampire servants was never lacking when needed. While some saw them as nothing more than fresh food on hand, others, like Augustine, had learned to use them for missions that only humans could carry out.

The existence of An, when I didn't do anything. I instead received an unexpected attack from the evil servant. An evil servant came and attacked me blindly, fortunately I quickly dodged but I was too late. The evil servant managed to injure my arm. Fresh blood came out of my arm, and it made the vampires who saw the blood make them almost unable to control themselves. Half conscious Yasashi attacked the evil servant who attacked me. The evil servant was angry when Yasashi had managed to kill one evil servant.

His shoulders sagged before he could stop himself. “Oh,” he said—softly, involuntarily. The sound deflated from his lungs like a punctured grape. It was another vampire servant, their crimson hair bright as fresh blood in the pale light. The servant, catching sight of him standing there like a fool, immediately twisted on their heel, a basket of linens pressed against their hip, and began hurrying back toward the palace interior via the long route around the courtyard. No bow. No acknowledgment. Not even a backward glance.

Her name seemed sacred to him and just calling it out when his servant was servicing him, didn't seem right. Resting his head back, he closed his eyes, imagining it was that witch doing the same act to him. That got him to full mast already. The servant girl too was a bit taken aback by the sudden swell in his c*ck. Her chest beamed with pride, thinking that she had managed to satisfy her master, the all-powerful vampire king.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

This is when all the servants, also the imperial soldiers of the imperial palace start to act strange. At first, they felt unbearable thirst. No matter how much water they drink, they're not satisfied. Then their pair of canine teeth began to grow longer than usual as their fingernails also start to grow abnormally. This process of transformation is pretty much similar to what happened to Xu Zhengming when he has first gone berserk. And the next things that happened are quite predictable.

His fangs were protruding as he spoke with spite. Alice didn’t know who the vampire was talking about, but she knew that the vampire was a blood servant by the way he spoke. Vampires are pretty desolate people, and they rarely get attached to each other unless they are bound by blood like the vampire in front of her. Black Lotus said that it was blind faith. The blood servant would do everything for their master’s well-being. "I don’t keep track of my enemies, but I don’t remember ever meeting a pureblood. Who’s your master? " She asked with curiosity. The vampire didn’t answer, still shooting lasers through his eyes.

Gaia said, trying to move the conversation forward. John turned to her. “Our servants are here under their own volition, as are all our humans. Once we feed on a human, his free will starts to diminish. It’s the venom from our fangs. Xavier was partly right about that, though they did initially choose to be companions. The servants, they are here because they want to be turned to vampires, but it's not something to be taken lightly. We have them live with us so they can see our lifestyle and if it’s really something they want. The humans need time and immersion to decide if they want to risk it. We don’t feed on them so they can truly make that decision on their own. Seeing the newborns and

which really wounded my emotions. "Stop being absurd! You are not a slave! A mortal serving a vampire voluntarily by attending to his needs during the day is called a minion. Cuthbert raised one sandy brow at Julian as he continued, "He conducts errands and gives the vampire money when he doesn't have. "Ignore it,"