Vampires Never Get Old Novels & Stories

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.

And finally how to break the fast. "You have to drink your mate's blood." "What? Why? How does it concern your mate's?." I asked my self as I kept on reading. "If you drink too much due to it's sweet taste, he or she will die. If you are able to control yourself, both of you will survive. "Men vampires are weird, disgusting blood sucking things." I said as I closed the book and climbed to return it.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

The situation was becoming more urgent by the day. Even though vampires could eat normal food like other creatures, they only ate in small portions and mostly for appearances or enjoyment. What truly sustained them, what kept their bodies strong and their minds sharp, was blood. Not just any blood, but fresh, potent blood, especially from newly turned or newborns vampires whose energy was still wild and untamed. The elders knew it. Aurora knew it. And whether they liked it or not, they would need more soon.

“I love you, too, old man.” “Less of the old,” He laughs. It’s a running joke with my brothers, how our father doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. He never will, and the same goes for Mum. Once a Royal Alpha reaches twenty-five, they stop ageing. The gift passes onto their mates and children, which means Gianna will never age; forever will she be a beauty. Other wolf shifters stop ageing around forty to forty-five. Royal’s, such as my aunts and uncles, will live very long lives. But my parents, siblings, partners, and myself, are immortal because we’re part vampire, thanks to Mum.

"I do not understand." “Vampires are creatures that don't age. I can help you become a vampire, then you will be able to live forever with Drake," explained the Baron. His smile widened as he said that. “You mean you want to make me a vampire?” asked June. “If you want it, sure. I'll only take some of your blood, but my venom will penetrate you and within seconds you will turn into a vampire. Imagine having a body that stays forever young, no sickness, and no death. You can be with him forever. Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked again.

"Oh yeah? How old are you? You look twenty-five. Maybe thirty." I chuckled. "Older than your father." Her eyes widened. "Then how do you look so young?" "I'm a vampire," I replied flatly. "We live far longer than werewolves—who start aging visibly after three hundred years." She snapped, "My dad doesn't look old!" "No," I agreed. "But the gray hairs are starting. That's ancient to me." She was furious. Good. "I've lived long," I continued coldly. "So long I've watched people be born and die in front of me. I've forgotten more names than you'll ever learn. Whatever you're imagining—delete it. This heart already belongs to someone."

This is the tale of the two bloodlines: the revered Originals and the eternally bound Turned. The Originals, known simply as 'vampires,' are the progenitors of the night, their bloodline pure and untainted by mortal fragility. These creatures of the dark possess a power so primal that it defies the natural order—they can walk under the sun, and can conceive life. An Original's womb can nurture an infant born of darkness, a being who will grow swiftly, their youth an intoxicating bloom that halts abruptly at the age of twenty. Yet, even as the centuries slip by like grains of sand through an eternal hourglass, these blood-sucking children of the night remain forever encased in the prime of th

Alexander POV; Raphael and some of his vampires walked through the driveway surrounded by my men. Raphael and his vamps were our allies. They may have acted like friends sometimes, but I see them only as allies. He was an ancient vampire, at least five hundred years old. Vampires were immortal. Their power increases the older they get. They became faster and stronger with age, but their bloodlust increased as well. They were banned to walk the earth under the sunlight unless they had sunlight items such as necklaces or rings made by witches to protect them from sunlight. The reason for their curse was feeding on human blood.

They both laughed together briefly. Vampires couldn't be too popular because they didn't age. After every 40 years or less they had to move to another location to keep their secret hidden, where no one would recognize them unless they lived in the shadows like Dracula and his originals. Nicole and Angela knew this but Lucas didn't and he was about to get dangerously popular. ***