Vampire Slave Novels & Stories

“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.

"Why don't I just kill you and drink your blood now to quench my thirst? I think it's better to kill you rather than to let you live and become my slave. Even if your blood doesn't seem delicious to me I will just make do with it." "Oh, no. I'm willing to be your slave, my king," Celestine quickly replied, she couldn't hide the annoyance in her voice. Even if she is still scared of him she can't help herself from getting annoyed with the arrogant vampire. Her blood is not delicious to him? Then why did he try to drink her blood earlier? Do vampires choose the blood they should drink? Aren't all human blood taste the same in their mouth?

“That is what our mothers say, that to take a blood slave is to take responsibility for that person’s life, their health, and wellbeing. It is not something for every vampire, which is why so many slaves throughout our history have died early.” “A bad combination of vampire and human,” Thaelen murmured. “It’s true. I know where that has happened before.” There had been a vampire in the stronghold who had taken a human soldier as her blood slave. The human had refused to recognise the female vampire as his owner, had refused to behave or to obey. He had tried to kill her, after several years, cutting off her head, before trying to escape the stronghold.

The vampire told him his name. “Right! I don’t even know why I asked because I will never use your name to call you. Wanna know what I will be calling you from now on?” he asked him with a smirk on his face, Ambrosia surprisingly didn’t care what he called him, as long as he was not going to kill him, he was okay with that. “Yes, I would like to know.” Answered the vampire. “I will call you slave and you will call me...?” he raised his eyebrow at him and he answered without hesitation. “Master.”

VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through.

Emma continued reading. "The third is Alter, a slave vampire who lost his master. If, in a situation, the vampire who is the master is killed or dies due to any reason, the enslaved person will lose direction because the master who has been giving orders is no longer there. After that, two possibilities will happen. First, the enslaved person will commit suicide following his master, or if the enslaved person is mentally strong enough, their memories of when they were still humans will gradually recover. And if the incident is the second, he will become an Alter. He will be a free vampire. But it can't turn into Origin."

Just few humans know the direction to that place, other than the owner of the club of course, who is also a human being who becomes a slave vampire. ‘What does she want to do?’ I walked after her from behind. The vampires who saw my presence suddenly bowed their heads, saluting. I responded to them with a thin smile to sign that I had received greetings from them. “Yours sincerely, Prince. Is there anything you want?” asked a pale-faced man in front of me. “You can get on with your job. I’m hunting right now.” “I’m sorry. I’ve interrupted, Prince Louis.” “Hn.” I went back to follow the smell of the girl’s blood. My move suddenly stopped. The girl fights with two guards with only double sword