Vampires Never Get Old Novels & Stories

"I didn't expect these disgusting creatures to turn into werewolves. I know this world is already the same as the apocalypse, but that one was worse than the apocalypse. Do vampires also have a special research team?" Reinhard lit the end of the cigarette with the lighter, sucking the nicotine smoke into his lungs and exhaling it through increasingly calming breaths. "Vampires are not stupid, and they are also a race that is older than humans. Maybe their knowledge is also higher than ours." "Hey, give it to me too, I've always wanted to try it," asked Alexis who was trying to pick up the cigarette that was between Reinhard's index and middle finger. "Just buy it yourself," Reinhard replied

I asked in horror but he just look at me flatly. “I’m not the vampire you’ve imagined. The truth is you and I we’re like the same it’s just that, we vampire have bloodlust, if we don’t drink human blood then we won’t be able to survive for the next years and to the fact that we don’t age there’s our difference.” “Well that’s the solution humans have been finding, anti aging. If they don’t want to be old then I suggest they became a vampire.” “It’s not easy.” “Why?”

’ I turned my full attention on him, as he cleaned his throat before speaking. ‘We age, but 1000 human years are 10 vampire years. We are not immortal. Our body gives up somehow. Our oldest is Rikkard, and he doesn’t look as old as a 50-year-old very hunky man.’ He blinks and sighs at the thought of my father. I repeat the ‘eww’ face he had given me not long ago with the tissue thing. ‘Anyway. We breathe, eat normal food, our bodies look this good… Exhibit A.’ He points at himself, using his own rather impressive figure as an example, and I suddenly realize my chuckles have become real laughs.

They wouldn't age the way I'd age. I was told that all supernatural groups basically age one year every five years. We age normally like humans until we're twenty but Vampires aging one year is equivalent to ten years for a human. Finding out that I could be alive for about three hundred years scared me. Did that mean I had to live a lowkey life? Would I be able to fall in love with a Human? If Vera and Elliot reached one hundred I would be forty.

"Okay, so you have the pureblood magic and the Sovereign crown. But wait. If you’re the King, why is Julian the Head of the Council? Is he older than you?" "He is," Alarick nodded, his tone shifting into something deeply respectful. "Vampiric society operates on a strict, almost primal reverence for age. The older a vampire is, the stronger they become physically. There is a threshold, of course—the true ancients, like the four-thousand-year-old Egyptian vampires, have entirely lost their sanity and sleep in the deep sands. But Julian is older than Silas and myself, and his mind remains immaculate."

Elder vampires are difficult to kill because they burn in sunlight considerably more slowly than ascending vampires, yet they are far faster and stronger than rising vampires. 'Vampire of the ancient period are between the ages of 700 and 900 years. They are the most powerful of the non-Original vampire types. These vampires could be slain in the same way as all the other vampires, and they could be killed by an Original Vampire without the need of firearms.'

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

Xavier asked incredulously. “A very old vamp.” I responded dryly. "I thought vampires don't grow old," Nyra whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the macabre decor. "Some get transformed as old guys," I responded. "It happens. A mistake, or a perverse choice." A shuffling sound came from a darkened parlor. A figure emerged, leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden cane. He was ancient, his skin a roadmap of wrinkles, his white hair thin and wispy. But his eyes were sharp, a startlingly clear and venomous blue.

' Caleb chuckled and I giggled, I felt safe with him, so I wasn't afraid, but I knew little of the real vampires that walked our world. 'They are old, hence they hold great knowledge. They don't like to be call 'vampires' but 'vampyrs'. A small fonetic difference could cause them to engage in a fight…' He said to me and sighed, shaking his head. "Like us, with age they grow in power, as well. They are lonely creatures, even though they can have the equivalent of mates, not all chose to have one. As they can't breed, they lose interest over time in their short term partners. Those who do chose mates are loyal to death. Sometimes beyond,' I pondered his words and felt sad towards his answer, a

It takes a lot of willpower to live for fifty centuries. Humans do not turn into vampires after I bite them. Nor do they change into one if they drink my blood. Blood that is drunk goes through the digestive tract and is broken down into many parts. I do not know how the legends started that oral exchange could bring about the transformation. I can only make another vampire by exchanging blood with the person, and not just a little blood. My blood has to overwhelm the other person's system before he or she becomes immortal. Of course, I do not make vampires these days.