Reverse Vampires Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” “A vampire can’t go against the one who sired them. At least, that’s the theory.” Morgan nodded. “Correct. I wouldn’t be able to attack Oran.” “Can Auri?” Hector asked him and looked between my grandpa and my mother. “Why would she not? She’s not a vampire.” Týr was looking between them as well. Zeke sighed. “She is though, isn’t she? The lack of scars, time seemingly rewinding, and the special juice for everything this morning. You and Hector are both part vampire now as well, aren’t you?”

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Finally, they reached a hidden chamber where the artifact lay: a dark, pulsating crystal that seemed to radiate malevolent energy. Viktor approached the crystal, his eyes gleaming with greed. “With this, we will take back our city.” He reached out and touched the crystal, and a surge of dark energy enveloped him. Viktor let out a roar as the power coursed through his veins, enhancing his strength and abilities. The other vampires watched in awe and fear as their leader transformed into a being of pure darkness. ---

She stilled. Her heart hammered frantically in her chest. How was he alive?! She'd severed his head with a blade forged with the energy of sunlight! No vampire alive could survive that. The moment she tried to turn back she felt a grip on both her arms when he pulled her back into the curve of his cold rigid body, "Goodbye, bug." He purred. With that, she felt strong menacing jaws clamp down on her shoulders. She let out a high pitched screech when the bite burned into her body like hot lava.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

Kaelen's army has moved on Thornhaven. Not the border skirmishes and relic theft that the eastern scouts were tracking, not the measured probing of defenses that precedes a proper assault. A full advance, moving under the red-tinged sky that the curse has been producing since the eclipse, the army composed of what the lieutenant describes as revenant vampires, the word carrying enough specific meaning that Lucian does not need elaboration. Vampires dead and returned through blood magic, the kind of return that preserves the body's capabilities while removing whatever occupied it previously, leaving something that fights without self-preservation and does not stop for the things that stop liv

It wasn't from our kind and instead it belonged to the vampires, a race of nocturnal evil doers who had all but terrorized the wolf kind over the past few months. They had started off as subtle, only doing their shady things in secret, but over the last couple of days, they had all but decided to throw caution to the wind and we're attacking weaker packs. The bad thing was not the fact that they attacked packs but the fact that they turned whatever pack or rogue camp they invaded into mindless zombie like cannibals that obeyed their commands to a fault. That had made them a force to reckon with and coupled with the accidental and parasitic effect the saliva and bite of a cannibal had, they b

I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance. “Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned,"