Awakened Vampire Novels & Stories

I had no idea where it had come from or what the fuck it was, but it felt too much like an internal lock snapping open. My vision exploded into color, then into nothing as I hit the ground. My fingers dug into the dirt without my permission. “No.” I muttered to myself in pain. “Not again. No, no, no…” “Rowan,” I hissed. “Stop. Stop this.” “Can’t,” he said cheerfully. “This is an activation cycle. You triggered the bloom with that delectable hatred earlier, but now? Now, we begin.” My whole chest seized as I felt another presence within me. This time it was big, coiling and hungry, as if something inside my blood was waiting for commands.

The sunlight above cast a silver glow over the forest, the trees swaying with the wind. And then, I let go. A sharp, searing pain tore through my body as my bones cracked and shifted. My muscles stretched, growing, expanding. My nails turned to claws, my skin darkening into thick black fur. My senses sharpened....the scent of the earth, the sound of rustling leaves, the distant howls in the night. A guttural growl escaped me as my transformation completed. Zyros had taken over. With one powerful push, I took off into the forest. The ground blurred beneath my paws as I ran, the wind whipping against my face. The trees passed in a rush, my speed unmatched. Every muscle in my body pulsed with r

She fell to her knees, gasping, clutching at her chest as something ancient and buried surged awake inside her. The man—no, the vampire—pulled back, licking blood from his lips with something like reverence. "You were never human, Tatiana," he whispered. "You were sleeping. Now... wake." And then he was gone, vanishing into the mist like a dream unraveling. She lay there, shivering, eyes wide as the stars stared down from the sky above. Her fingers dug into the dirt. Her teeth ached. Her heart—beat. For the first time in her life, she felt alive.

Luka had his first blood-control session there today. He'd been too excited to sleep the night before. When I got there, I found him curled in a corner. The UV burns had split open the skin along both his arms, the veins underneath gone dark — not the deep red of healthy vampire blood, but the ashen black of something dying. A newly awakened fledgling takes UV damage three times worse than a turned adult. He was still in the most vulnerable window of his awakening. "Mom..." He fell into my arms. Tears cut through the ash on his face.

A quiet knock echoed through the hall. One of her attendants entered and lowered himself onto one knee. "My Lady." Nysera never looked away from the darkness beyond the throne. "You've returned." "Yes." "The rumors were true." Only then did she shift her gaze toward him. "Tell me." The vampire swallowed. "There has been... an awakening." Silence followed. Not surprise. Expectation. "The blood?" "It appeared briefly before disappearing." "Where?" "We don't know." "And who carries it?" The attendant lowered his head. "We haven't confirmed their identity."

"It's enough. The fact that you are here with me is more than enough." I sighed from the truth that I heard in his words, from concern. I had no idea what to do with this realization, but it gave me hope. “You should know that I am much less alert during the daytime, but I can be awakened. If you need me, wake me up." I nodded, pressing my cheek against his chest. "Can all vampires wake up during the day?" "No. This is my gift." Wow. And in the twisted way my mind worked when I thought of daytime walking vampires instead of a sexy vampire lying on the floor. Poison with me, I fell asleep.

I wanted nothing more than to give in to the urge, to the hunger pangs causing a dull ache in my belly. But I realized then that this was a test. Octavius must have told Cleopoda and Phoenix about my awakening and the strange thing that being a vampire did to my eyes. She must have gotten blood to use a test to figure out why my awakening was different. It was cruel tempting me this way.

Wolves emerged from the shadows — the old blood, Rowan’s kin, even a few ferals, drawn to something deeper. Evelyn’s body shook — not with fear, but with instinct. Her eyes flared. Not just gold. Deeper. The old blood whispered one word: “Awakened.”

Somewhere far away, I heard Azrael shout my name. “Gia Rae!” Then everything went silent. When I opened my eyes, I was kneeling. Smoke curled from the scorched earth around me. My heart was hammering, but I felt steady. Awake. And then I realized— All the dead vampires were standing. "The fuck?" I heard Dad exclaimed. Not alive in the mortal sense, but awakened—restored by whatever power had surged through me. Their eyes glowed faint red as they bowed, all of them lowering themselves in reverence before me.

Joseph’s POV I quickly got out of bed. It was still fairly light outside, within the hour it should be dark enough to travel outside, but that also meant other creatures and rogues would be out as well, which puts this new vampire in danger. This wasn’t a vampire that was born a vampire, he was turned into one most likely from a rogue that started to crave blood again. Sometimes being a rogue helps a vampire to sneak around alone and drink blood without getting caught. However, blood is like drug, and they will always get caught again after they indulged themselves too much. Telling from his state, I don’t think it was on purpose. I noticed some blood on his mouth when he woke, he most likel