Vampire Slave Story Novels & Stories

I begged as my own blood choked me. It’s as if she was possessed by something,as if she didn’t know what she was doing. “Why should I? Your people kept us in bondage, you suck humans as if you created them but it’ll end today, it’ll definitely end” she lamented as thunder stroke the clouds. “With the power invested in me,I make the vampires slaves,impotent before us” she yelled as my eyes began to close down. She watched me take my last breath as everything on Earth became blurry.

"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."

Her innocent feminist voice turned into a heavy monstrous voice as she asked the vampires. All this long, all she had been doing was playing the same games the vampires used to play with their human slaves. "A long time ago, my own Uncle Adrian bought an innocent girl in exchange for the money her brothers took from the Cerberus Master. Everything was fine. In fact, she was happy with him. But then, he crossed a line. For a fucking trashy throne, he and his bastard vampires abused that girl for days. They tortured her by every possible and painful way. And that crazy woman still didn't stop loving that mother fucker." With tears in her eyes, Dabria told the vampires the story of Adrian and E

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 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.

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."

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

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!"

In the largest slave market in this city, I, like them, was the merchandise for sale, while I, along with a few other girls, was the showpiece. I didn't know who made the rule that vampires can't have direct access to any slaves in the slave market. To please them, the slave trader Wells would cut our skin with a sharp knife and catch a bit in a wine glass for the vampire to taste. In order for the blood not to be wasted,philip would take enough blood after the application of a brown slime to my wounds to stop the bleeding. But that slime touched the skin like a branding iron sticking into a wound, and it made me scream in pain every time I was smeared with the slime.

Every goddamned Blood Moon. Some time ago, it had somehow gotten to his Nana's ears, the utterly absurd and completely false notion that vampires could have human mates. That was when she'd started to bring all these girls into his home. One after the other, under the pretext of her needing help around the estate. It made him laugh at the silly idea. He was no shifter. There was no such thing as human mates for his kind. What would be the point of it anyway, seeing as they were also their primary source of nourishment? They could easily kill their own soulmates, provoke themselves an immense amount of grief. It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. He still let her have her way at first, allo