Harry Potter Vampire Inheritance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“The process…it’s magical. No one knows who made the first vampire, or who he is, but we know it was a curse cast upon a human who pissed off a powerful witch.” He glanced at her, and saw what he thought he’d see – total disbelief – but she just nodded, and said, “Go on.” “Making a vampire… it’s a blood pact between the two of us. We’ll be tied to each other for as long as I live.” “For as long as you live?” she asked. “Yes, that’s how it works. If I die, which is unlikely, but if, you’ll die with me.” “So if someone kills Rowan, you die?”

I asked through the shut door, still fearful of opening it. “He is currently in a meeting with an ally.” he growled, annoyed by my defiance. “Which is where I am taking you, now move.” I slowly opened the door, avoiding eye contact with the vampire as he turned off to the right, storming down the corridor as the rushed to keep his pace; almost running. Only just managing to keep up with the undead creature, I lifted the bottom of the gown after nearly falling over the fabric, panting slightly as we moved through the castle. He said nothing else to me as we walked, my curiosity getting the better of me as I attempted something, something that I should not be doing; my heart racing as I slippe

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

I barely move away from the door when she slides in shutting and locking the door behind her. “It worked. I got it to them but we have a major issue. I need you to make the potion again but this time for a Vampire.” She says looking at me. My eyes go wide trying to figure out how these assholes could have gotten a vampire. “Who?” Is all I ask. “Lord Carmykel’s son.” She said. I start shaking my head. No. No, it’s possible. How can this be? “Are you sure.” I asked Everleigh.

For as long as I remember, vampires don’t take werewolves blood because of the connection between them, and same applies to werewolves. And for tears, she is sure that the connection hasn’t been broken by a vampire taking a werewolf blood or a werewolf taking from a vampire. For that, I seemed to like the idea of getting the two different species together, that’s if Noel had not brutally murdered my mother in front of my eyes. I wiped away the line tears that I had no idea were falling. It wasn’t very unusual of me to come and start crying, even though I do once in a while, it still felt so strange.

Diana opened a portal and they stepped into it and vanished into thin air. Jerking up, Hadrian opened his eyes, the first thing that hit his thought was blood. How would he get fucking blood? He touched his face and whimpered as he got on his feet. No! He couldn't be in transition. He can't be a vampire. He placed his hand on his chest and there was no heartbeat. He was in transition and he knew that if he didn't feed on human blood within a day that he would die. The O'Connor mansion was the best place to get the blood bag from, but he would be caught by the O'Connor brothers. He couldn't hear the whispers of other vampires and he presumed that the war had ended. He pushed his hand forward,

Elsie's scrunched her nose and drew her face away from the table "What did you put in this, Harry? It smells like shit! No way in hell would I drink that thing" "Well, you should have thought of that before wandering around and getting drunk" Harry unfolded his arms and glared at her Elsie threw her pillow at him and glared back "You dare speak to me in that manner. Sometimes, I wonder who the elder is" "Precisely! I'm younger, yet I don't go around getting drunk. Look at you, you came home looking like a bulldozed tree last night" Harry threw the pillow back at her and raised his brows

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

"You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place." I couldn't bring myself to believe it. Are all of these really true? First, I turned into a vampire after I was bitten by Vienna's accomplice. Second, Dad, Mom, and Jaxon are dead. And third, this? That I was born with vampire b

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.