Vampire Slave Novels & Stories

"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.

“I probably would have been slaving away in one of the households, too, if not for you.” I furrowed my brows, “So this slave thing is only just a human thing?” “Yes, my lady. If humans don’t serve as meals for the vampires, we end up becoming pets and sex slaves. Now, pets might almost sound fair. But from what I hear, those pets would have preferred to be tagged as enslaved people. Aside from making them crawl on their limbs like an actual animal, they are used for dangerous games that could end human life in a snap. It is not a memory to reminisce on my lady.” I could see the strain in her eyes.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

“I’m sorry to have to control you like this, but everything I’ve said and continue to say is the truth. I’m a vampire and you were born to feed me. Each vampire is assigned a bloodline, holding possession over the humans within it. At any given point, we can choose a mate within that bloodline. Leading to the main reason why I’m telling you all this, Charlie, it’s because I choose you.” Tears begin to run down my cheeks, but I quickly wipe them away. Being perceived as weak and crying over some idiot’s crazy words is the last thing I want someone to see. I know he’s a weirdo who believes he’s a vampire, but I didn’t realize he was this sick. Plan number one isn’t going so well. “You can spea

Her chest beamed with pride, thinking that she had managed to satisfy her master, the all-powerful vampire king. Damien languidly opened his eyes soon, a bit annoyed that it was his slave, not that little witch that was sucking his cock. This slave, in particular, was his favorite and he liked using her for his sexual needs, once in a while, but now it just irritates him to see her now. He moved his free hand to push her away when his right hand man rushed over to him, quite uncharacteristic of him.

“The jaguar people, last I heard, live quite far away from here. But they are a good species. They have temper issues, quite alright, but they don’t go around looking for people’s trouble. So, the dream you had would show that the vampires are already on the move, in colonizing them to their plans, through sinister methods. Mezon could be a real identity, or a figure head that illustrates what is happening. Also, it could be said that what had been in your room had been a sliver of the vampire…” “What is that?” Olivera questioned, starting to feel the horror chills again. “What do you mean by the sliver of a vampire?” Vee swallowed. “Sliver is like a part of a vampire, which can take any for