Vampire Reborns Novels & Stories

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

"Grace, good night." Klopp rubbed my head tenderly and turned to leave the room. The moonlight spilled in through the window and shone right on the sapphire-set bracelet. The blue gem reflected a faint light, which seemed to hide a vast river of stars. I suddenly remembered. I once overheard a merchant say that every vampire had an item of the same origin as himself. It was closely related to vampires, and there were even some items that can hold the life of a vampire. Advanced vampires would deposit a portion of their life into an isogeny item, and if they were in mortal danger, that portion of the isogeny item's life would allow the vampire to be reborn.

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."

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

So, I looked for the next best thing any kind of drawings along the pages, I only found some of herbs and sun and moon cycles but none of the words underneath I understood. I was about to close the brown book when one of the pages flickered and rearranged themselves making them readable, must be magic helping me again. I was thankful since this page and the next few gave me in site to twins and how magic is given to them based on what species they are. There were only three races spoke about on these pages Wolves, Dragons and Vampires. Vampires were most common to have twins, wolves being the second and dragons being last. Vampires were in human form not a shifter, but they went through a pr

“You mean he assumed someone else’s name? Or he made it up as he went along?” “I mean, it would have meaning to him. If he reinvented himself, or he was reborn as something new.” “Reborn? Reborn as what?” “Vampires call the process of creating a new vampire rebirth. Helbourne, sounds a lot like born in Hel. If he were Scandinavian, their mythology has a Hel. A person and a place, in fact. So it could be born of Hel too. Then there’s the Helbournes of England. Either way, we could look for a vampire who’s fallen into a long sleep. The really old ones do this for long stretches at a time. This spot would keep the wolves from finding him and force the wolves to protect him and his territory.”

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

I was in a daze as I tried to figure out what was happening, it was then that a girl appeared in front of me catching my mate before she could fall to the ground. I stood on the spot dumbfounded as I tried to understand what just happened. I could see the disdain in her eyes when she rejected me, there was also a hint of anger in her eyes. I knew that there is a high chance that I will be rejected if my mate is not a rogue like but being rejected with disdain made me angry. I knew that she must have felt the aura on my body which made her realize that I was a rogue but being rejected as soon as she saw me hurt my pride.

Solomon tries to mind-link but is refused by Evan. "It would appear that she doesn’t have an inner wolf. And her scent filled with a wolf smell. Did you shift on the full noon? Christa." Evan turns his face and stares at her beautiful face. Christa was not going to tell them about the reborn. The moon goddess gave her another chance so she could seek vengeance. Being a werewolf might be a price she needs to pay. A victory was purchased at too great a price. "I know something is wrong with me. Can we just leave it to be? It doesn’t matter how I become a she-wolf right now. I need to tell you what is going on in the secret facility we went to yesterday." Christa squawks.

“Mom, you always loved wearing white dresses when you were alive. Now you can wear them forever. “Don’t be hard on me, Mom. “I didn’t mean to do it…I was just afraid you’d take Martin from me. “Besides, people online always say widows are the most likely to treat their sons like husbands. “I love Martin so much. You had a husband, too. Even though he died more than twenty years ago, you should be able to understand, right?” When I heard my best friend, Penny Hallmark, spewing those twisted words, I realized I had been reborn. Before I could even sit up, Penny walked to the front of the coffin, lowered her voice, and hissed manically into my ear. “You old hag, you’re finally dead. I couldn’t