Vampire Slave Novels & Stories

“Yes, and I found it rather interesting. What was he doing praying on a child?” “You have no business here, stranger, and you need to leave unless you feel like joining my clan and being one of my pets. You’re yummy enough that I could use fresh blood.” Mara purred. Dominic shuttered with the thought. She was an older vampire, created a while ago and had red glowing eyes, the palest skin one could have, and almost white hair. She repulsed him because she smelled like bad news, evil, and disgust rolled in one. “No! I am not here to join, but to inquire. Are you the leader of this clan, then?”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

As he didn't choose anyone, the father points to a A positive like Romeo. The blood slaves advance to the front of the vampires. At a signal from Vlad, everyone began to eat. Vlad sits the slave on his lap and drinks from her neck, while the counts drink from the wrists of the slaves they have chosen. Orpheus also drinks from the wrist, and Romeo bites the neck of the slave he chose and only drinks a little, almost immediately letting go of him. Everyone drank what was essential for their subsistence, and Vlad's eyes were on Ionache, who was sucking on the slave's neck while squeezing his testicles, making the slave writhe in pain without daring to scream. Vlad was displeased. Almost capable

She yelled at him and could not help but pounce on him so brutally that the force she applied almost made him stumble back. She was definitely weak inside and her Ayla was calm only because of her lack of anger but her spirit could not remain calm after seeing a vampire asserting his right on Grace and her. They were definitely made slaves but taking them for granted is vampires’ biggest mistake. Slaves are meant to be slaves, not to be left to die by sucking blood.

“I guess I shouldn’t complain. I chose this lifestyle. Otherwise, I’d be dead right now. Still living the harsh life of poverty and abuse from an old lover. I ran away and had nowhere else to go. Ryan found me and saved my life. That was years ago.” I stared at her in disbelief. “He drinks from you?” I asked, my voice unfamiliar and hollow. She glanced at me. “Yes,” she answered. “That’s what a blood slave is for. Blood for vampires is like alcoholism, and blood slaves are the only legal way to do it.They get domesticated so they don’t terrorize humans and put their kind in danger, but there are a lot of vampires who don’t want to give up blood altogether. So, they get blood slaves to satisf

Right when the door opened, she heard King say, “Stay close.” She didn't need to be told twice. Upon seeing the scene inside, her blood ran cold, she quickly shuffled towards him. There were naked bodies all around, it appeared to be a collective orgy. The dim lights did nothing to stop her from seeing things. Some women were shackled or strapped to irons, leaving their legs exposed and placing them in situations where men could take advantage of them. Some were feeding off the slaves letting her know they are vampires. But what made Ivy gasp was that the slaves weren't against it—in fact, they appeared to like it. They desired more.

Zarina I froze, and his eyes captured me. My vampire nature sensed it before I could even wrap my head around it, “Beloved, ours.” My entire body froze, and when he took a step back, instead of forward, I knew that I was not what he had expected. He knew I was a sex slave. I bet he has been waiting for a pure, untouched mate, not a damaged one, with a past, and a full bag of sexual trauma.

Hayley insulted. The vampire grew tongue-tied and stammered over his words. He cleared his throat, then boldly studied her figure. "You are not normally my cup of tea." He jabbed, trying to get a raise out of her. Hayley laughed, "it is ok to be insulted. But really, am I not interested in you. I was only wondering why this girl was in chains." The vampire smiled, gazing at the girl that has vacant blue eyes. "She is merely a slave, sold to me because her family couldn't pay off their debt."