Reverse Vampires Novels & Stories

response. "You're the only one protesting us. The other girls were friendly and so much sweeter." David grimaced as Franklin agreed. “ so, please leave." I raised my voice, trying to keep up the brave act. Just seeing their face makes me to want to crawl under the earth. I don't know why, but vampires made me feel sick to the very core. It's obvious that they were using their charms and good looks to lure in all humans and use them as their personal blood bag.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Ultraviolet radiation flooded the planet. Daylight became lethal within minutes. Skin blistered instantly beneath direct exposure. Oceans poisoned. Crops failed. Entire populations burned, trying to flee beneath skies that suddenly wanted humanity dead. Then, the vampires emerged. Not created by the apocalypse. Revealed by it. While humanity hid underground, vampires inherited the night. And they ruled it brutally. Sera pulled her scarf higher over her mouth. Behind her, Jonas adjusted his rifle. “You know,” he said carefully, “one day your habit of antagonizing terrifying creatures is going to backfire.”

Elvie, Elizabeth, and Jasmine fought desperately for their lives, but the vampires were relentless. In the midst of the chaos, Elvie managed to gasp, "Why are you doing this?" The vampire leader, still grinning, replied between attacks, "Because it's in our nature, my dear. We exist to feed, to revel in the fear and desperation of our prey." As the onslaught continued, the desperate pleas and cries of the family echoed through the moonlit forest. The vampires, devoid of mercy, took satisfaction in their ruthless pursuit. In their final moments, Elvie, Elizabeth, and Jasmine huddled together, their faces etched with terror and despair. The forest, once a symbol of their hopes for a new beginn

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

White shoes, pants, a white doctor's coat, and a white shirt underneath. “All right, I have enough juice to maybe get four people out of here and get myself back here. But I'm going to need someone to get me out of here when we're all done. I won't be able to get myself home,” Vincent said as he began looking for the four smallest hybrids. The smaller the mass, the less it drains his already weak ability to teleport. Just as he opens a cell door, the main door at the end of the hall flies open, and a flood of vampires races in. These vampires looked different. They were not wearing white; they were dressed in black and red.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

My sarcastic tone was being frowned upon by those around me. The nervous energy stacked itself so thick it felt like I was in a sauna. Everyone is eyeing each other with unease and tense frames. “A vampire bit you.” Doctor Kent struggles to speak the words. “Come again?” I ask. Not because I didn’t hear him, but because I wanted to be sure I heard the correct thing from a medical professional. “A vampire has bitten you.” As the words leave his mouth, he begins to turn pale. “I am sorry, I can no longer treat you.” He announces as his vision flicks to the window and back at me. “Doctor Harken can take over from here. Good day.” He hurries from the room without a glance back in our direction.

Rowan said, “I know everyone’s tired, but we need to gather the weapons before we can call it a night.” “What about the bodies?” Aster asked. “The sun will take care of them.” “How?” “Dead vampires sort…evaporate in sunlight,” Declan explained, “all that will be left by sundown tomorrow night is the smell.” “Yah,” Samuel said, “and it’s the worst thing you’ll ever smell in your life. Kind of a mix between rotten potatoes and eggs.” “Let’s get to it,” Rowan said and got up, stretching and yawning, “it’s been a long night.”