Rewind System Vampire Harem In The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

It's a jarring ride, the branches of the trees ripping at my clothes and biting at my skin, but Zael's body cushions the worst of the blows. I hear Marlon and his vampire going past us, the vampire cackling like a maniac while the hapless human’s screams disappear into the distance. We crash through several trees before we finally come to a stop and tumble to the ground, inhaling dust and debris, the earth still rumbling under us. “I think the hive system is collapsing in on itself,” Zael says.

Just as we reached the fourth floor, a shrill alarm blared through the institute. Down below, a massive wave of zombies surged in. Someone shouted, "Shit! The containment doors aren't working! It must be those two bastards!" I turned and saw Clara clutching the case and sprinting for the roof. Ryan stood where he was in a daze, clearly at a loss. Then, I heard his aggrieved inner voice. "This isn't what we agreed! She said we'd take it together and force Alice to give us the credit!" In that split second, he couldn't care less about anything else as he sprinted after Clara.

“Luck shone one her one day when she found a book about where she could find the supreme council. Everyone knew about their existence and how they keep the law but no one had ever seen them, except of course for those who had incurred their wrath, and were never seen or heard from again after being summoned to their presence. “In her desperation to be with her lover, she went into their presence and told them her story. They offered to take away her immortality if she could offer them a sacrifice, I don’t know what it is as she was warned not to let anyone know. She journeyed for days into the wilderness, trying to find the ingredients and when she finally did, she offered the sacrifice whic

The unraveling of secrets would test her courage, challenge her loyalties, and ultimately reveal the extraordinary power that lay dormant within her. As the moon cast its celestial glow upon the stone circle, Zoe and Andy embarked on a journey that would forever alter the course of their lives. In the depths of the forest, where darkness and light converged, their destinies would entwine, unveiling a truth that would shake the foundations of the supernatural realm and redefine the boundaries of their own existence. In a grand chamber adorned with intricate tapestries and lit by flickering torches, the Vampire Ceremony commenced. Mr. and Mrs. Haven, dressed in regal attire befitting their sta

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.”

I hate him for it, for showing compassion only now that he’s about to kill me for good. ‘He’ll catch up soon,’ he continues. ‘He’ll kill us both if we go on like this.’ Canus seems to think that the Desecrant is Chryseus, and I wonder why. It would be easier for him, if the Desecrant turns out to be Scintilla. The act of Desecration tends to temporarily suppress the obligations between a vampire and her sire—I know because I once investigated a case of Desecration where a vampire committed the sin twice in one night, once upon her brother in blood, and again upon her Sire. I’m not very well versed in the theory of blood bonds, but I suspect Canus might be able to reassert his authority over

But now being sat at the center of the sinking Accord, I could see how easy it was to pit vampires against humans. Though there wasn’t any notion that it would happen again. Instead, I saw the community of friends and families bond in the tragedy. The chen woman who had spoken up earlier offered her wrists to any vampire who was ill. Cassia was running low on blood bags down here and wanted to hold off until we were sure the supplies upstairs weren’t damaged. Nonetheless, it was heartwarming to see the offering. Hamish and Benjamin spent the entire morning and early afternoon with the new vampires. Mediation was Hamish’s idea while Benjamin was suggesting drugs that Cassia had provided, some

Right now, those three greedy fools were sitting in an empty house, stewing in the humiliation of being outplayed by the woman they had written off completely. Five hundred thousand dollars, gone. Four bare walls, and nothing but regret to keep them company. But this was only the BEGINNING. When the apocalypse came and it was coming ...they would finally learn what REAL despair felt like. And she would be watching. Safe behind walls they would never find, her daughters at her side, as every single monster who had ever hurt them was swallowed, one by one, by the world they had never seen coming. The real revenge had only just begun.

I had once thought that if Adrian ever bowed his head to me, I would crumble completely. But when he actually stood before me, saying he'd remembered the last life, saying he was wrong, saying he wanted one chance. My heart stayed unbelievably quiet. It turned out that once some loves were truly dead, even a belated apology couldn't stir a ripple. Lucien didn't press. He only had a maid bring hot tea. Vampires didn't fear the cold. But on a frozen northern night with the wind howling, a cup of tea cradled in both hands always made a person feel steady.