Was Judas The First Vampire Novels & Stories

And it wasn’t meant for me. It was meant for him. That kind of knowledge didn’t just appear out of nowhere. Someone tipped them. Someone who knew exactly what I’d done. Someone close. The thought made my blood boil. My grip on Raymond tightened before I realized. He looked up at me. His eyes were still glowing faint red, and it sent a chill down my spine—not because it scared me, but because it looked so damn natural on him. “Jude…” His voice was quiet. Shaky. “Am I… am I a vampire now?”

It was interest, he was looking at me with curiosity like he was trying to gauge my reaction to what Avo was saying. "But in the last moment, something went wrong." Avo continued with his story, as Lucifer continued observing me "Zeus tricked Athena, somehow convincing her to hand over her element to him right when they were imparting it. It is not clear what transpired between them, but all we know is that he hid her element, and the last human who was to receive the element only received Ares's penchant for bloodshed, creating the first vampire." Lucifer was still looking at me, reading my every movement and expression as I listened to what Avo was saying next.

Cassius and Andreas looked like younger versions of their bad but with short hair and more muscle. “I have multiple reports on my desk about a wolf causing a great deal of disturbance around here.” Orpheus took the head seat with either boy on both sides. “I apologize for that. No one would point me to you and instead, tried to kill me after auctioning me off. I don’t exactly take kindly to that… either.” I said, trying to sound polite but firm. My back was straight as I worked on keeping my heart rate even. We were literally sitting in front of a legend. He was the very first vampire and is incredibly historical.

Nikita's mouth formed an ‘O’ “Don't worry, Celestine, it's just a dream. Whose head is it?” I glanced at her and froze, then I muttered, “Yours.” Nikita's eyes widened, she dusted herself and yelled, “God forbid! Why my head?” She voiced. “Judas is there, the descendant of Judas Iscariot who betrayed Jesus, she didn't cut his head off and hold it in her hand. Why me? All I do is sit at home, yell, eat and sleep…” “You said it was just a dream,” I interrupted.

So she went back to telling the story. “As commonly told the White Bat Alucard bit into his first human and created the first and Original Vampire. Causing the White Wolf Alpharix to also later bite his own human creating the first Lycan (Book 2). The White Lion is also another story. (Book 1)

Whilst it was not meant for me, why, I couldn’t help but wonder the delinquency I may have taken part in with all this. After all… I, Niklaus Deveruax, is the eldest of the Deveraux cousins. Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf.

“I knocked them out before I fed from them. But I sadly had to kill them. They weren't very good people.” “I see,” I mutter, feeling dazed. “What are you doing here?” He shrugs, “Passing by. I've been hearing whispers so I was curious about this village. This seems to have been an odd infestation in the surrounding villages.” He seems almost amused and a little bit intrigued. “But you seem different from the last time we met, little one.” Now that I look at him, there is no hiding the age in his eyes. He is the first vampire, the original Sire.

"About the originals. About how we prepare." "And?" "And I think we need more than an army. We need knowledge. We need to understand what we're facing." I looked at him. "You know more about Vladimir than anyone. Tell me everything." Caspian was quiet for a moment. Then he began to speak. "Vladimir was the first. Ten thousand years ago, he was a human—a warlord, a conqueror. He drank from a spring that was sacred to the moon goddess, and she cursed him for his arrogance. He became the first vampire—immortal, powerful, but forever bound to darkness. He could never see sunlight again."

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.