Awakening Vampire Novels & Stories

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."

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

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.

Home. Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church. It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Or maybe it was me who was different, so much had changed in so little time. In all of three days I was assaulted, tried and executed, then reborn as an immortal creature of the night. A blood drinking vampire, who had taken the long way home, to kill my parents, who’d actively participated in my murder.

"They're under pack protection!" "The pack is weak," the first man said. "And these two... they're special, aren't they? We can smell it on them. Bloodline this pure, this strong—they'll fetch a high price. Or maybe we'll just kill them. Send a message." Everything happened so fast after that. Ava's mother shifted—there was no other word for it. One moment she was human, the next she was a massive wolf, silver-gray and snarling. She launched herself at the nearest attacker, and chaos erupted.

Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow. Kram faced everyone and deeply breathed slowly, worried and restless. His wings slowly went down as he sighed in fear and worry, “A vampire was awakened in the human world,” he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear him. All eyes looked at him in horror; the angels looked at each other at the same time, some got worried and some began to panic. They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all

I let it out slowly, precisely, as I remind him of how stupid what he’s saying, actually is. “No, my dear, I said you were a hybrid…. assuming your mother was a perfect half and half without knowing her history of course, but it was very clear from your turning what you are. You’re white… witches generally make black wolves, like a kind of racial thing, I guess. You know like humans, where Latino and white makes semi Latino, and then a white and white human makes white …. add in a splash of color, and their baby’s shades are wonderfully diverse. Vampires however… lack of sun and being the undead, fascinating in biology by the way, they make white. Interestingly though, in all hybrids where w

I barely saw the light begin to flood in before I saw panic begin to flash in Does eyes. I already knew it was in mine. "Who the HELL just did that!?" The vampire yelled with a rugged voice, waking up any of the pets that weren't already awake. No one responded. I'm pretty sure half of them were still pretending to be asleep. That was a pretty common thing to do amongst pets as long as you knew how to control your breathing. I was just grateful that no one was going to call me out. "Really?!," the vampire snarled, "No one's gonna fess up to it?"

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.