Reverse Vampires Novels & Stories

Usban, Prince Dulhen, and their entire family welcomed the return of these powerful black vampire clans. Suddenly, Twari and Owwa collapsed to the ground in shock, unable to believe they had returned to life. Everyone bowed before the last Supreme who ruled before their downfall—Supreme Atcandis. "The return of the blacks! Long live the black vampires!" Twari shouted, echoed by the newly resurrected vampires brought back by Usban. Usban grinned, knowing the whites’ days of triumph were numbered. Soon, they would feel the wrath of the black vampires—the same ones they slaughtered and robbed of their wealth three centuries ago.

“You hurt?” “I’m fine,” he growls, blood dripping. “Focus, sunshine.” Akira’s blade slices an echo, sparks flying. “We need that alliance now!” she says, dodging a hit. “On it,” I say, light flaring. “Dante, cover us!” “Got you,” Dante says, shadows ripping an echo apart. “Hurry up!” We push through, my visions showing priests sealing echoes with light. “We need Vren’s vampires,” I say, panting. “Like in the vampire realm.”

she says with a big smile. After that, I dismissed her. Not long after that, Venus comes in and tells me that Soren recruited the lycans, which are like werewolves but much stronger, and that he also recruited werewolves and dwarves. "Ok, go inform the generals also. I want you to go to the daughter of Hephaestus that we have in the royal forge and have her start working on gear for the vampires, because a werewolf bite is deadly to vampires. Inform the Transylvania Royal families of this as well," I tell her, and she nods as she heads out to do what I said, and I go over to a map and add werewolves, lycans, and dwarfs figurines to Soren's growing army.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

Malakai’s mental eyes widened as the Ancient’s memories suddenly unlocked, pouring into his mind like a river of black fire. He saw the dawn of the immortal race. He saw a time before castles, before treaties, and before the Sovereign lineage had ever drawn a breath. In the beginning, the vampires weren't delicate politicians who worried about sunlight and wine; they were the ultimate, apex predators of the primordial earth. They were massive, unstoppable gods of the hunt who commanded the shadows with absolute authority.

“Lost, are we?” “You go no further,” I snarled, stepping forward. “You are out of position, wolf-child. And out of your depth.” His gaze swept over us, counting, assessing. “Your Alpha plays his games at the bridge. He will return to ashes.” He didn’t wait. He gave a slight nod. The vampires moved. It wasn’t like the stories. There was no chaotic rush. It was a silent, lethal blur. They didn’t howl. They just appeared, right in front of us.

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

Silas recovered quickly, his fiery eyes alight with fury; his long brown hair tattered and knotted as he lifted my mother from the ground. He growled, quickly snapping her neck as he sunk his fangs into her wrist, draining her of the essence witches carry within their blood at the moment they die. An essence that will make a vampire stronger, give him abilities he otherwise wouldn’t have, my mother’s blood was like mine, it was special in a way only they could use, it would allow certain pure breeds of vampires to walk in the daylight, to reside amongst the living.

" Melody asked. "No!! Why would I suck blood." Vic laughed at the idea and tried to ask Ang about it. "You are not a blood vampire, you're different." Ang replied. "Your race is Psychic Vampire and their characteristics; They do not suck blood but rather feeds on Energy. They are not affected by sunlight and silver. They are far different from blood Vampires. They are stronger than blood vampires. The more energy they drain, the stronger they get. Their evolution is longer than that of blood vampires.