Vampire Reborn Novels & Stories

“I will find you.” I looked up at the moon, its light cutting through the clouds like a blade. “You hear me, Damon?” I whispered into the night. “You can take his body, hide him in shadows, drown the bond in your filth, but you can’t keep him from me. Not again.” Because if there was one thing Damon had forgotten, it was that I wasn’t the same woman he killed in the last life. I was reborn. And this time, I wasn’t his victim. I was his reckoning.

" 'Blood Queen' The reborn vampires intoned in unison, their voices reverent. A shiver ran down my spine. 'Valeska’Mirai.' The word thrummed in the air—ancient, powerful—like it had existed long before any of us. Azrael turned to me. His eyes were wide, his breath unsteady. “You’re the vampire Goddess?!” he demanded, shock and awe twisting through his voice. ~~~~~ Back at the castle, I lay in Azrael’s arms, feeling wrung out after that surge of power. It turns out bringing people back to life is no small deal. They were alive again—reborn as vampires— even those who hadn’t been vampires before they died.

I growl. It is so easy to get impatient with this man. I just want the information. I don't want idle chit-chat. "Okay, in the past, the Rebirther has boosted the werewolf population. She has done this by turning human children or infants. Apparently, turning humans is much easier when they are not fully grown. Their bodies are still growing, thus eliminating the portion of turning that requires growth. Unfortunately in our time technology is much different............in previous centuries human infants and children were much easier to get a hold of....unlike today. I am not sure how we will obtain children to boost our kind, but that is the Rebirther's roll," he explains quickly while watch

she was different from all of her past lives. Allen’s forehead crumpled. "She looked the same to me. Regardless of gender or nationality, the dominant features are still the same. It's that monster that cursed you. So, what was the difference?" The vampires had been waiting for her to be reborn again, knowing that it would be the last time she would ever be reborn. He had already killed 19 versions of the original woman who stole his soul, along with a promise of giving it back if he could kill her for the twentieth time. That's all he remembers; everything else was a blur, but he did what he was told because he wanted to reclaim his humanity no matter what. He suffered enough. Elijah just w

As she moves her fingers, he starts to forget why he rejected the goddess in the beginning. “I forgive you. I have a game I want to play, and I need your help. I will give you three chances to weaken and bring down Alphas Titan and Iris. I will give you a cheat, or a help, each time. If they kill you, I will bring you back to this moment every time, so you can try again. After the third time being reborn, you will die for good. But if you win, I will give you their pack and all the power over all werewolves on earth,” Selene promises.

I took a sip of my chai, allowing the warming ginger to sooth my swirling mind as it travelled down my throat and warmed my chest. Sebastien sighed. “Perhaps she should. But she learned of Rasmus’ rebirth – that’s what we call the process of becoming a vampire – and didn’t want to give up her throne. So, she underwent her own rebirth.” He paused and took another gulp from his chai. “Wow. OK. Spoiled much?” His lips pulled into a thin smile “Perhaps. But you’d do well not to say such things. Especially when you’re at the castle” He put his cup down.

I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that. "Normal vampires yes but not me." I frowned. "Why not you?" He sighed. "I know you may have a lot of questions at the moment but it's best for you to go back to sleep. It's one in the morning." "You drag me all the way out here and show me that supernaturals exist just to tell me to go back to bed?" "I dragged you here to finally make you believe me. The sooner you start your duties as a chosen one the better. You've already been attacked once by a shapeshifter. We are running out of time." Attacked? Shapeshifter? What is he talking about?

If there is something I do not want, it is to be placed in the darkness. "Someone better tell me what is happening." I shift my gaze from each person face. Crescent is the first to talk. "He is back. His name is Doomsblood, the most barbaric Vampire the world has ever encountered. He can see templates of the future, which makes him the hardest vampire to capture. Luna captured him but before then he sired Marcellus and Kael. Luna believed it was his way to come back, and now, it looks like it."

I sat there, holding my tea, and tried to process everything. I was a reincarnated werewolf Luna with superpowers. My mate was an immortal Alpha who killed me three hundred years ago. And an evil sorcerer was hunting me to steal my soul. I should have been terrified. But instead, I felt something else. Anger. I was angry at Kael for what he did. Angry at the Moon Goddess for cursing me. Angry at Morgath for making my life a living nightmare. And I was angry at myself for not running away when I had the chance.

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.