Vampire Slave Novels & Stories

I quickly placed two and two together and I realised what she meant. “What are you talking about? Blood slaves?” She nodded. “You heard me right.” “You are trying to sell me to some shitty vampires?” I demanded and she nodded. “You aren't as dumb as I thought, baby girl.” She cackled evilly. “And to answer your questions, I am planning to sell you as blood slaves to some vampires. Trust me, they aren't shitty.”

I swallowed deeply. "What are they doing?" I asked my mates about what caught my attention. There were women and men sitting on their legs on the floor, all of them had necklaces around their necks. They were sitting in submission next to what seemed to be their master vampires. Kazimir's eyes narrowed as he observed the scene. "Those are blood slaves," he explained in a low voice. "Vampires who have willingly offered themselves to serve as a source of sustenance for their masters. It's a normal system within vampire society."

Tantario was most likely busy searching for his beloved Aira, so he also did not pose a threat. Vragenn grinned smugly as he ripped open the throat of yet another innocent person. The unfortunate ones, enslaved by the will of the vampire king, could only await their unenviable fate in horror. The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid.

The man on horse was wrapped in good silk clothes letting everyone know who he was and what status he held in that society. “Why are you still standing here and wasting my time? Didn’t you hear me?” The man yelled on top of his lungs over those laborers grabbing attention from each passer-by. People despised those humans. They were called 'THE SOOPERS’. THE SOOPERS’ were none other than humans thrown into slavery when bought from the human residences by Vampires. Yes, this land and kingdom belonged to a Vampire.

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

the pet master responded, looking very pleased with himself, "It was quite entertaining really. Shut her up nice and quick." The man's brow furrowed, but only for a second. "Age?" he asked. My eyes widened in surprise. He was actually considering buying me. "Seventeen." "Who was her breeder?" he followed up. Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that couldn't perform their duties. The ones that forced them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

Cammie said distastefully, but when she saw my blank expression, she heaved a sigh, "Well, drudges are human slaves who serve vampires. They follow and listen to whatever their masters tell them to, and they even provide their own blood to them. I have read that in the vampire stories." "She thinks you're my slave?" I asked, bewildered. "Because she knows you're a vampire," Cammie pointed out. "And according to Jacques's filthy opinion, it is considered as a social faux pas that a human hangs out with a vampire unless, well, I'm your slave." "What!" I shrieked, standing up in frustration. "Now I'm going to rip her tongue out for that!"