Vampiress Novels & Stories

Every polished surface becomes her ally, every reflection a listening ear, and she wields prophecy like a jewelled dagger pressed to the throat of anyone who doubts her claim. Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore — Pale as frost at dawn, with eyes the colour of dark wine spilled across snow, Velarissa radiates an unsettling hush. She rarely speaks above a murmur, yet rooms fall silent the instant she enters. Palace rumours insist she once reduced a rival to dust without baring a single fang—only a soft exhale of power, colder than midnight. Where Cassandra thrives on spectacle, Velarissa rules through dread.

The tale of Vampires unfolds as a dark and contentious chapter in supernatural history, a catalyst for the cataclysmic Great War that swept through the mystical realm, leaving a trail of death and despair in its wake. About 130 million years ago, Crown Princess Octavia of the Mages Kingdom, tormented by the loss of her beloved, resorted to a desperate bargain with the devil. She bartered her very soul, becoming a sinister sorceress beneath the baleful glow of a full moon. With a forbidden incantation, she sought to resurrect her lost love, but the result was a wretched transformation—her once cherished partner was reborn as a ravenous fiend, thirsting for the blood of countless innocent soul

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

She rose and went to the door, gesturing to someone outside. To Harry’s surprise, another woman entered. She looked out of place in a gown and hairstyle that dated centuries before. Harry recognized her as one of the ones that lingered around Sigrid’s farmhouse. One of the ones who had decided to stop living amongst humans and had become a recluse in the little cottages hidden amongst the trees on Talen’s safehouse property. “Thank you, Eulalia,” the first vampiress said quietly as the new woman drifted over to stand by Harry and held out her wrist. “I’ll go heat you up some human blood as well. The more you drink, the better.”

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Seconds passed before she said anything. " I just really, really don't like you..." she said. She turned back to her notes and I knew that our conversation was over. I paged through my book and also started taking down notes, deciding that I could at least try to distract myself away from her. How could she not like me when she knew nothing about me. I then remembered that I did not have the best reputation and began to understand. “I guess my reputation isn’t all that great.” I said. Again, she looked up at me, and, to my surprise, said, “I could honestly not care less about your stupid reputation. All vampires are monsters, you’re just a vampire who doesn’t hide the fact that you’re a sick

Her excitement over being reunited with her mate was palpable. Vampires stood guard outside of the place. Each one as still as a statue as we exited the vehicle. As we moved toward the door, something stuck me as odd about them. They didn’t have the typical pale complexion of most baby vamps; they were tanned and muscular. I was trying to put my finger on what exactly had me unsettled as we strode past them toward the door when I caught a flash of blackness in the eyes of one. It struck me like lightening, my stomach clenching in terror. The vampires that stood guard outside of Rhazian’s nest had been wolves. Somehow, the vampire had managed to create a new hybrid monster.

"Lord Jones! You're back!" A beautiful platinum blonde vampiress runs up to the group. "Who is this delectable creature?" Red eyes fall on Selene's neck, and the female licks her lips. Growls threaten the vampiress while Jones pulls Selene in his arms. "My mate."

It was taking almost all of my remaining strength, which wasn’t much to begin with, to not throw myself at him. “Vampires inject aphrodisiac into our prey whenever we feed,” he began to explain, leaning in close enough that his breath was tickling my lips. Upon noticing that his antics were indeed affecting me, a confident smirk broke out on his face. “That way, the process would be pleasurable for both of us.” A blush crept up to my cheeks. With my hands on his chest, I immediately pushed him away, but I couldn’t even get him to budge with how weak my body felt. “Just get it over with so I can leave.”

I got some food and after that we walked closer to the nearby table. "Why is there a table upstairs?" I asked while looking at the floating table with six chairs there. "That's for the Vaughns." She answered so I really look at her. "Who are those Vaughns? They treat them like VIPs?" I ask. She laughed. "You say that because you don't know anything about the Vaughns yet but once you know everything. You can say that 'the Vaughns are very powerful.' " she says. "The Vaughns are the richest, strongest, most powerful and beautiful race in Vampire high." She told a story.