Vladimir Vampire Novels & Stories

The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all. ‘Maybe he didn't belong to my timeline.’ I concluded in my head. “Werewolves now suck blood now?” I asked confused, now sure that he didn't belong to my timeline. I also discovered I was nothing but a blood slave, my face winced in disgust. “Well, that would make a lot of sense with all chubby flesh I had. How much blood do I even have?” I said sarcastically, relishing the fact that I was the lowest of the low.

He might have a stutter but otherwise, his voice is masculine. “Shut up, worm! Or I will make you!” another male says. I turn around and look at the door right when two strong males drag inside the one I suspect is the slave—Vladimir. He had short dirty blond hair and a mouth made for kissing. He has no shirt on and his chest is full of cuts, welts and blood. The only thing he is wearing is a pair of old jeans.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

I quickly replied, “I love you…” My mind kept spinning with the idea that she was biting farewell and that she and my pup were in danger. Unfortunately, my brief distraction cost me greatly. A demon silently crawled under me, taking a spear and plunging it on the side of my body. I let out a growl in pain, and Vladimir, using his vampire speed, ripped the head out of the creature. I fell on my knees and locked eyes with Vladimir. “Go help her…” I managed to say and he nodded. I closed my eyes while falling unconscious. Vladimir POV

He stood up immediately and hurriedly took a deep bow. "Adrik." The silhouette ignored his son on the ground and gazed intently at Adrik, who wasn't in the least surprised at his sudden appearance. "Vlad." Adrik's lips arched up and he gazed at the silhouette that was known as the one and only Vlad the Impaler, the strongest and ruler of all vampires. His entire body was draped in a black cloak, and his dark raven short hair matched his pitch-black eyes, which complemented his pale skin and gave him the appearance of a young man.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

"What? Who said I was thinking anything?" I'd known Vladimir since we were boys. He used to have a dark side to him and would seduce women. During sex with women, he would bite their necks softly at first, causing them to think he was being erotically romantic. However, as they closed their eyes, he would then sink his teeth into them and suck their blood until they died.

She has had a brief look at a man standing in another man’s shadow who looked exactly like the king before she slumped to the castle-ground. Her brows puckered. “What was that?” “So it’s true?” His eyes were bulging as he looked down at her. “What did you do to her, you bastard?” Vladimir punched his chest. He was thrown three feet backward with the impact. Still, he kept his eyes on Zheira. “Never in my wildest dream have I seen a vampire with such a gift.” A genuine smile crept on his face. “You’re such a gifted child.”

A few moments later the large double doors decorated with antique ornaments in front of me burst open, and His Highness Vladislav Dracula aka Vlad the Impaler walked in. Vlad is one of the most intimidating Volders I've ever met, not only because of his title and power but also because of his physique. With a large build and nearly two meters tall, it was hard not to feel intimidated the moment he walked into the room. Long wavy black hair framing both high cheekbones, his face still typical of the nobles of old. A pair of black eyes looks like a black hole that has no soul, some say that Vlad used to have the same eye color as Dostov and Alice, namely gray, but an accident caused his eyes p

added Vladimir, he said from the bottom of his deepest and sincere heart. "Sure, I will ask for your help. How is your relationship with Ridley the werewolf then?" Edmund asked back. "Don't worry, I am fine with the family members of the Zircon Pack," said Vladimir. ******