Vampire Slave Story Novels & Stories

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

He looked so unreal, that I thought he was from a Greek god from a book mother was always reading to me each night. His eyes suddenly darkened and a low growl escaped his throat. I brought my head down from his gaze, I was so scared that I could not look up twice. “A pretty slave.” Cranon caressed my hair with his fingers, with an annoying smile. I bite the side of my cheek. “...for the Lycan King.” He muttered.

“The humans can sort it out during the day…some of this steel could come in handy. Go, shower, feed, rest…who knows what’s waiting for us tomorrow night.” They all trudged back up to the mansion in silence, where familiars waited for them, eager to help in whatever way they could. Aster couldn’t get used to their willing little human slaves. Even though everyone kept assuring her that they weren’t slaves, the vampires secured their loyalty with a blood pact – another little bit of blood magic, that ensured the familiars couldn’t betray their vampire masters. Once, she asked Rowan if the witch who made the first vampires knew what they would become and what they’d be able to do, and he told h

“But we've been instructed to prepare the West wing. We're expecting visitors.” Dante nodded, not caring to ask her for more detail. Then he glanced over his shoulder, staring right at me. “She's a slave. For him.” He said simply. Who does he think he's calling a slave?! I screamed mentally, but even though I wanted to deny it. It hurts to hear someone refer to me like that. “I'm not a slave.” I seethed through my teeth. Dante turned around to face me, the expression on his face turning to one of displeasure and maybe even anger.

I spent the better part of my life looking down upon the blood monsters until I was forced to serve them, submit to them, and obey every word they said. I swore to myself that I would stay indifferent to my or my vampire master's life during my servitude, and one day, I would gain true freedom. But then, what did I do? I foolishly fell in love with the man I should never fall in love with! If that doesn't make things messy enough, now add the fact that I'm carrying his child… I press my forehead against the window helplessly. Arabella Hamilton, what the hell have you done?! The vampire world is filled with blood, lust, and danger. How many times have I dreamed of being free after my contract

Rosabelle POV. Long long ago, a vampire lord have decided to take a submissive, a human submissive, he claimed her after he saw, it was love from first sight. The woman had beautiful violet hair, matching grey eyes, she was submissive since the day she was born, classified as a slave to a master that's yet to be found.

I start, but I never finish, realising how silly it would sound. "Please, don't be shy — ask me anything," he encourages, winking playfully. "Do vampires actually need food? And how do you drink blood — from human slaves?" I ask, biting my lip, uncomfortable. Lazar laughs softly, unoffended. "I don't need food to survive; it simply tastes nice. As for the blood — slaves? No. That's the mark of rogues and savages, and my kingdom outlawed it centuries ago." He takes a slow sip of wine, considering. "We do keep thralls — blood servants. But the word isn't what your books make of it. They come to us willingly, they're paid, protected, cared for better than most nobles; many consider it an honour

asked a curious Wren. "It means mate." "And why would you work as a slave?" "My uncle sold me to master George's mansion for money when he heard they were searching for slaves. Anyways, during the first couple years all i did was, serve food, clean his room, clean his clothes and everything related. He didn't approach me at all, and i figured that even when i commit mistakes he shows me mercy unlike with other slaves, yet i didn't suspect anything, i was human back then and just like you i didn't know much about vampires other than their existence until my eighteenth birthday when he started drinking from my blood saying he couldn't hold himself anymore, then one day he asked for my presenc

Also, Sir Danilo wants Dan to marry a pureblood and have high-ranking pureblood grandchildren in his bloodline. I know that a pureblood can revive someone dead, so does that mean Mama is a pureblood too? Wait, what's the difference between the other vampires anyway? If I become a vampire, will Sir Danilo accept me as his son's wife and let us live in peace here? Being a vampire doesn't sound bad at all, right? "Dan," I called my husband, and he looked at me. "Can you make me a vampire too?" I said to him, and his forehead creased.

His abrupt move only means one thing… and it is because he doesn’t want me to be away from him. “Oh, not now,” Brixton spoke. “We’re here to talk about your job as my slave. You know what it means to become a slave, right?” I bobbed my head twice. “Yes…” “Starting from now, you should forget your life as a human. You’re already a vampire and your new home is here. I will be your master– the one who will decide between us. In short, I am the one who’s in command. I am the one who has the power to command you to do something for me, whether it is to kill, or…”