How Was Alice Turned Into A Vampire Novels & Stories

said Grazia long. "You can't do that, Grazia. You know that we are vampires now, we are not witches and we don't live in my castle but in Vladimir's castle." Alexis explained. "How did you guys become vampires? Have you guys really changed?" asked Grazia in disbelief. "Vladimir and his men took us to the castle by force, then Vladimir turned us into Vampires. If you don't believe me, I will show you something or do you want me to bite??" asks Alexia annoyed.

ALISA’s POV I feel his eyes of midnight bore into mine and I frown. Mark me? I’ve heard of the term before. The sisters at the convent used to talk about werewolves who would turn into human form and claim their mates by marking them. Alpha. Mark. Rogues. My heartbeat quickens as realization sinks into me. These words finally make sense.

How I loved that man and all his possessive qualities. “Yes, it’s me,” I said. “The eyes. They’re not green.” “No, I am a gifted vampire.” Andrew froze. “I’m a vampire. I was bitten by a werewolf and survived before you found me. I’m a hybrid. That is why you didn’t know I was a vampire. My wolf masked it.” “A hybrid. Do you have a wolf?” “When I discovered this for myself. I left the care of your family. I knew what the packs would do to a vampire. Hybrid or not.”

"Sophia? Sophia! What were you gonna say? You totally zoned out!" Jack's voice yanked me back. He'd just pulled up in front of Moonshade Medical Center, frowning. And that's when it hit me— I'd been reborn. In my last life, the second he dropped me off, I told him: Alice had Corrosion Sickness. This is the AIDS virus of our werewolf kind. Passed through blood, intimate relations, or from mother to pup. Shreds your immune system. Eats your wolf alive. No cure. No healing. Just a slow, brutal countdown to death.

The alpha, once a pillar of dominance, now regarded me with a newfound respect. The vortex of shadows intensified, its luminous core pulsating with the convergence of vampiric and Heartwood magic. With a final surge of power, the assailant let out a primal howl—a sound that echoed with defeat. The vortex dissipated, leaving behind the clearing in a state of eerie stillness. As the shadows receded, the unknown wolf lay transformed, its true identity unveiled. A figure, no longer shrouded in fur and fangs, emerged—a creature of the supernatural realms, caught in the aftermath of a battle that transcended the conventional conflicts of werewolves and vampires.

She let the vampire get close to him, making the vampire close enough so she could attack. "Every single day is hell. I can’t do this anymore…" Alice heard the vampire mumble as he collapsed on the ground. She looked around, making sure that no one was around before she could kill the vampire. She pulled her knife, but the vampire regained consciousness even before she could stab him in the heart. Alice only shot him in the stomach, but she didn’t expect that the vampire would gain consciousness immediately. It’s just been a week, and she's already rusted. Either that, or the vampire was stronger than the others. Maybe because he was turned by a pureblood? But she couldn't be sure either.

I called again, extending my arms to caress her face. “Don’t touch me!” she recoiled, pushing my arms away. “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?!” she final turned to face me, flaring in anger and disbelief of my question. My conscience fell when I saw her face. It was not the face I had known. Alice was timid, yes. She never really felt as though she was a part of the pack because of her inability to transmute into a werewolf. Still, she was lively if she wanted to, she was serene, but still emitted radiances of light, peace, and love.

If Alice was not a Lycan but an Omega, she would be frightened just by looking at them. "What will you do?" She asked and turned her head to Dave. Dave was standing behind Alice. He replied to her, "Mark you and drink your blood." His voice was hoarse as if something was happening to him too. Alice did not believe what she was hearing. Drinking blood? They were werewolves. How could they drink blood? Vancy stood up with a knife and came to Alice. "No, don't do this!" Samantha shouted. Vancy ignored Samantha's shouting and sat beside Alice. She held her wrist.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, this is all strangely new to me.” “Yeah, another werewolf to fall in love with. To have a family, to have a normal life.” “Until now?” “Yes. That is how we all exist,” “So, you’re telling me, you were born instead of bitten?” “No. I was bitten,” “What?!” I exclaim, “So, you eat people?” “I don’t eat people, Alice. I eat animals, not humans.” “But you were bitten,”

"Jane, our mate is nearby, I can feel it." "We better leave." "I want my mate!" she exclaims. "Well, I don't, Jenny." I run away from that place. But you know what? My mate takes control of me and makes me transform into my wolf form. I am a very large wolf, larger than any alpha. My eyes are red with white pupils. "Don't you dare, Jenny," I say, annoyed? "He's already gone," she says sadly. I run towards our pack and transform back into my human form.