Vampire Slave Novels & Stories

Hoping she could tell him something at least. Although he could tell that Valeria was not like Victoria or Lindsey. She was a fragile human being. As expected, Valeria had no idea. Valeria shook her head and narrowed her gaze again. "My name is Winston Hound. I am the vampire Master from Rome. And I am the man you are fated with. I am your mate." Said the vampire master standing in front of Valeria. Valeria's eyes widened as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She was staring into his eyes while breathing heavily. She never expected to be with a vampire master. But she was somewhat happy knowing that her mate was a vampire master. That too a man who looked like a Greek God. Looki

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

For instance, a month ago we received a report that a Master Vampire had enslaved a human as his sexual servant. When we found the woman, we discovered that she had been imprisoned by this bastard for close to seventy years. She'd had children with him! A Vampire had impregnated a human? How the hell was that possible? When I asked Tony about it, he shrugged and said that it wasn't common but it could happen.

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

Suddenly, a cry woke me up. I heard several vampires roughly dragging a human blood slave girl. The blood slave girl was crying and begging them, "Please give me one more day of grace. I will definitely provide blood to the vampire king tomorrow. Just one day. I can't give blood to him today. I will die." I saw that the blood slave girl's arm was full of holes from sharp teeth. Her skin was pale, and she looked like she had lost too much blood. "Shut up! It is your blood slave's job to give blood to the king!"

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

“Not a man. A vampire slave.” Jenna blinked. “A what?” Adrian sighed. “A vampire slave. The lowest class. A creature whose master controls its blood and mind. They don’t act on their own.” She stared. “You’re joking.” Adrian finally turned—and his eyes glowed faintly red in the moonlight. Jenna’s breath faltered. He wasn’t joking. Adrian approached her slowly, deliberately, like he was fighting every instinct with every step. “When he looked at you,” Adrian said softly, “I knew you were marked. Tagged. Chosen. Once a vampire develops interest in a human, they don’t stop until they have what they want.”

It is clear the vampire needs food, and while rats are not something I would normally eat if I were in his situation, I would think of a big steak while I chewed. “Open,” the female tells the slave. “Open, or else I will shove it up your ass!” The vampire closes his eyes and opens his mouth. The female spills open the rat’s belly right into the slave’s mouth. He gags and struggles with swallowing. The female makes him eat more of the rat until he ends up vomiting. For a moment, I contemplate defending the slave, but I don’t think I stand a chance if a fight breaks out. Not when most of the dining hall looks happy with how the slave is being treated.

She sat on the edge of the bed her heart rushing within her. He had gone to Kabramatta after her. He had come back to Havermouth and… She swallowed hard. She was being established as a blood slave. A human kept for the purpose of feeding from and f-king. She knew enough about vampires to realize that much. Vampires tended to support several blood slaves spread across their most frequented locations. It meant that the vampire could easily transition between the positions, always guaranteed a place to stay and someone to feed off whilst they were there.

As Alpha left for an urgent meeting after breakfast, Charlotte was free. Taste of freedom refreshed her soul. She finally realized the misery of Sired Vampires. Indeed slavery takes a toll on you, leaving you mindless and unproductive. Most of the slaves become puppets to gain their Master’s approval, unable to think straight.