Empress Vampire Novels & Stories

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.

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

The bell rang as a new vampire entered the shop, and for some reason, I decided to see what had just walked in. He was tall. He ran his hand through his seemingly naturally waved back, medium length black hair as his eyes scanned the shop. His eyes were a deep emerald green, a color that I had rarely seen in the other vampires that come in here. He even had a sharp jawline that nicely framed his face. Yet another vampire that could easily show up any human man. "What can I interest you in today?" The pet master spoke to him with the line I had already heard 60 times today.

Emily, driven by a thirst for knowledge and a relentless curiosity, had immersed herself in the study of vampire lore. Her research had led her to uncover intriguing clues about the enigmatic vampire queen, Sofia, and the possibility of accessing the throne that held immense power within the vampire realm. As Emily delved deeper into ancient texts and obscure manuscripts, she pieced together fragments of forgotten history. Legends whispered of a hidden ritual that, if performed correctly, would grant unparalleled authority and control over the vampire kingdom. It was said to be a path shrouded in darkness and treachery, where only the cunning and determined could succeed.

Adrian hesitated—too long. “Adrian,” she breathed, “tell me.” He looked into her eyes, and what she saw there made her heartbeat stutter—not fear, not violence, but agony. “Because your bloodline can create the strongest vampire alive,” he said quietly. “Stronger than Jason. Stronger than Lilith. Stronger than anyone.” Emily stared at him. Her lips parted. Her breath stilled. Her fingers loosened. “Oh my God…” Adrian stepped closer, hands rising to cup her face—but stopping just inches away, scared she’d pull back.

Justus walked into the stable and sat on a stack of hay. "Nothing of much importance." "It definitely is important if it has your face twisted in an ugly frown," Justus shrugged. "Tell me," Julian faced Justus, "has the empress Aurora ever exhibited any strange abilities?" Justus's brows creased in confusion, "Do you mean to ask if the empress is also a blood… a vampire like lord Sebastian?" "Not exactly." Julian's frown deepened, sensing Justus's ignorance. "Well, she isn't, as far as I know."

As time passes, she would rule over the hunters and possess their skill as well as gaining a firm foothold on the empire. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! The whip landed on Carissa’s back with a loud snap. Her clothes were torn by the thorn whip. She bit her lip as hard as she can to stifled her scream. There was no way she would let the Empress get her satisfaction. Cold sweat dripped down her foreheads as blood seeped out from her mouth. She struggled to escape from two black-clothed vampires in front of her with futile attempts. Empress Lamia and Princess Philippa were surely daring to do this in Mateo’s castle.

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

Now it looked like something that had survived a massacre. Elara touched her face—her new face—and felt the unfamiliar smoothness of vampire skin beneath her fingertips. No scars from the silver chains Cassius had wrapped around her throat three years from now. No ragged mark where he had torn out her heart and offered it, still beating, to the god-beast sleeping beneath the palace. This face belonged to Seraphine Valcour, Crown Princess of the starving vampire empire to the east. The real bride. The true mate. The one Cassius was supposed to kill in thirty nights beneath the coronation moon.

"What happened?" "I wish I could remember," Emily answered. "I remember being with Jack, and then he made me leave." She was quiet for a moment, and then she started again. "There was this female vamp. I can't even remember what she looked like. I think I hit my head. I woke up almost a week later. And when I woke up I was a vampire. I was in an abandoned house, and no one was there."