Vampire Reborns Novels & Stories

In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities. In case of Yhi, the kingdom of light, their ancestor deity was Zorya. However, since the founding of the kingdom, Zorya, the goddess of light only ever appeared once as a Returner to Ancestry. It had been thousands and thousands of years since. That was why her bloodline had regressed. “Do you have a lot of those in your world?” Evie shook her head. “They are even rarer than transcendents. The only returner to ancestry that I know of is Kresnik, the Flame Emperor of Heaven. He is the most frequent returner in history.”

claim his rightful title". I cannot hold back my laughter again. "What Fools! They're all dead men! and they have only helped my cause! The reason why Hunter was reborn in the first place! Go! prepare yourselves, the King is coming home!" I sent them away, Yes! Yes! Those old bats have done exactly what I have been planning to do! They do not even realize, they have awoken the heir of Abner, and Lord of the Vampire world. I am so filled with glee that as I dismiss Edgar. Veronica looks puzzled, where am I? I hear her softly whisper. I need to intervene.

“Your death has shifted the balance. The Bloodmoon Pack will fracture. Their Alpha will weaken. And darkness beyond their borders waits.” I didn’t care about their fate. I cared about mine. “What happens to me?” I asked. “Your soul stands at a crossroads,” she replied. “You may cross into the eternal wilds… or you may return.” My eyes snapped open. “Return?” “Rebirth,” she clarified. “Not as you were. Not the gentle Luna who forgave too easily. You will remember. You will feel. You will carry your rage.” My pulse — impossible as it was — quickened.

Maybe that's the key to everything. I closed my eyes and thought back to that day. That moment. The hunting sounds of their footsteps as they ran after us. The smell of burning flesh as they set us on fire. The screams of Lumina. FLASHBACK “Please,” I whispered hoarsely into the smoke as life slowly left my body. “Moon Goddess… whoever’s listening… give me another chance. Please… let me live differently. Let me protect her… let me have my revenge!” “Let me fight back… just once,” I muttered as the last strand of life left my body.

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

For them blood must be repaid with blood and life must be repaid with life. This rebellion caused chaos and killed many innocent people. Incidents that have happened have repeated and traumatized humans by this incident. Some townspeople were scared and they chose to hide underground. The same thing as the swamp village did, the vampires never realized humans were hiding underground and only finished off humans who were above the surface and fought. The villages and cities that were attacked became dead villages and cities, filled with traces of blood. Those who were bitten come back to life and attack other humans. Meanwhile, An.

Rose’s POV I didn’t even realize I had moved until my knuckles were white, twisted deep into the cheap fabric of the masseuse collar. My vision was tunneling, the edges of the room turning into a blurred mess of moss covered walls and expensive aromatherapy steam. I wasn't the reborn woman anymore. I was that girl in the basement again, feeling the cold steel of the dagger pressing against my stomach. "Who gave you this?!" I screamed. My voice sounded shredded, like I had been swallowing glass. "Who? Answer me!"

"This isn't a long-term solution. You must find the person who placed the curse on you and have them lift it." Recalling the nun's words, I threatened the woman who was bawling her eyes out in front of me, "The curse bounces back twice as hard, Mirabelle. You don't have long. If you don't make the caster undo it, you'll be dead in a few days!" Frightened out of her wits, she stopped crying and spilled everything. "The caster is Elias Frostback from my village. He came to me one day and asked if I wanted to marry a rich man. Of course, I said yes.

There was curiosity mingled with disbelief. “I am.” “How…how is that possible? I know a bit of folklore but I never actually though there was any truth to it.” “I am a vampire Maya. I told you from the beginning I was reborn in the year 1919.” “How?” she looked at him. “What was the actually age when you died, Thomas?”

Don't need someone to drain them and feed them blood and guide them through the transformation. They just need a trigger. A catalyst. Something to flip the switch from dormant to active. Like dying. Like taking a bullet to the abdomen and bleeding out on a casino floor and having your heart stop for over an hour. "You think the gunshot triggered her vampire side," Dante says slowly. "I think the death triggered it," Seraphina corrects. "Vampires die to be reborn. That's the fundamental nature of what we are. Death is our threshold. Our gateway."