Vampires Originals Novels & Stories

He hadn't adapted to the conditions the Earth had placed on us; he was mortal here. "Get back to the underworld; I'll get the Chronicle back." I pushed him away, letting him fall to the ground. He managed a bow before running off with his head tilted towards the ground. This was truly bad news. The First Vampire Chronicle, "Lamia," is the first vampire origin book with the power to end and create all vampires. I had stolen it from the Guardian a thousand years back in order to prevent us from being wiped out of existence as we walked the earth.

"The Vampires aren't moving like an army. They’re moving like a plague. They’ve bypassed the traditional mountain passes and are using the 'Shadow Roads'—tunnels that haven't been opened since the First Age." Lady Morana stood at the head of the table, her face grimmer than usual. "They seek the Origin Flame. The Vampire King, Malphas, believes that if he consumes the blood of a True White Wolf, he can walk in the sun. He wants to end the age of the Moon and bring about a thousand years of dusk."

"The kind with their own reasons to fear the First." "Who?" Kade asked. Thessara and Elara exchanged a look. "The vampires," Elara said. "The old ones. The originals." "You want to bring original vampires here?" Mara appeared in the doorway. "Not here. We go to them. We negotiate." Thessara looked at me. "The vampire lord who leads the originals—he knew the First personally. Three thousand years ago." "What kind of history?" I asked. "The kind that ended in bloodshed. That he's never forgiven." A pause. "Which might make him our greatest ally—or our most dangerous enemy."

Grace Originals I'd heard that before, but how could Charles know that for certain? He told me that they were the first werewolves and they had lifespans similar to vampires. Astarte charged forward and Charles followed. The fight was brutal and efficient. The Originals were raw and primal, landed heavy blows, but the security guards were well trained. Astarte's magic cut through the fray. Charles backed her up, subduing them easily. Soon, they were all subdued, pinned to the ground with silver cuffs glinting in the moonlight. They snarled and thrashed. Astarte stood over them, the darkness around her seemed to glow. The alarm turned off. The chaos settled, replaced by a tense silence. Astar

(JO POV) Today's lecture in Vampire 101 with Dr. Matthews was particularly intriguing. It focused on the royal lineage and its division into five prominent families from the original. As Dr. Matthews delved into the complexities of vampire hierarchy, he highlighted our unique position, mentioning the rare opportunity we had to learn alongside a member of the original family. Dane, ever humble, smiled and clarified, "I'm not from the original family, but I was turned by them. I'm secondary if you want to get technical."

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“Leila, I don’t want you becoming a vampire to change you.” “It won’t,” she said, pulling her coat around her. It was March and the wind was brisk, even though we were in Miami. I took a deep breath as I shook my head. “Leila, there are others—we call them The Outsiders—that are insane with thirst. They are true monsters … the monsters of legends.” “The Outsiders?” Leila asked, concerned. “But how is that possible? Aren’t all vampires like you?” I shook my head. “There are others who wake with no one.” I paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to explain. “You know that in order to become a vampire in our world you must first drink the blood of a vampire, correct?”

I became stronger than ever before, I was faster, I gained access to more gifts and I now had the power to create eternal life. I could be referred to as the first vampire but I now had no need for blood as I became stuck here in the purgatories for all, but I still occasionally indulge in bloodsucking. On the first walk in the mortal realm as king I encountered a woman, she was beautiful and pure but she was broken. I watched her from the shadows as she cried by a cluster of graves. She had lost her family, she had lost her husband, and she had lost all her children.

“Vampires are not friends of the wolves. MY dad told me a lot of stories about them when I was young, he spoke of how there were few origins with natural powers to overtake a wolf in hand to hand, but a full blood vampire would be fast enough, especially if he was hungry. But he also talked of how vampires only enemies are wolves and they don’t hold ill will toward originals usually.” “That would help us if all us originals weren’t also wolves,” I said more to myself. “True, but you are forgetting the current trend of origins we are finding,” he said with a hopeful and suggestive smile. “That they are also wolves? I don’t know. If that was true that means a wolf slept with a vampire descenda