Vampire Requiem 2nd Edition Novels & Stories

With one flick of my head, I expose my razor-sharp teeth, and with as much as two deep slices, I rip out every attery that will make a difference if he stays alive or not. From behind, there is the sound of another Vampire approaching me, in as little as three…two… I spin on my heels and reach the sharp nails of my claws out, with one smash into his chest; I rip his heart from his body. As he tumbles to the floor, the third comes towards me; he stumbles and falls with his face in the mud. With great ease, I grab a loose tombstone and drop it down on his body. As the final one looks at the perished bodies, he only but takes a giant leap and makes his way down into the darkness of the cemetery

Cold, carved stone. I brushed the soil aside, and the object revealed itself. It was a totem, six inches long, maybe a bit more. Black stone, etched with sharp, precise symbols I didn’t recognize all at once, but which made my stomach tighten anyway. The top was smooth, almost polished. The base looked like it had been sealed with blood. Old blood. Faint, but there. Vampiric. I didn’t touch it directly. I sat back on my heels, heart picking up speed.

“That seems… extreme and showy.” “Hmm,” she had a vampire’s aversion to admitting their weakness, however the Triquetra were her mates. “Vampires can only be killed by destroying their bodies beyond the ability to heal. We will otherwise recover from most injuries. The brain, the head, quartering the body, or burning us. Usually, a combination is required to be absolutely certain. It is gory and violent, but death is rarely otherwise, even the most peaceful passing of old age has its moments of horror. It strikes me that a creature that continues to exist after being dead will require similar actions taken to ensure its demise.”

'Alternative to quench the thirst of a blood sucking soul. She was checking the werewolf black site that had all things and all answers even about curses and their reversals. The third one cut deep into my soul and I read no further.

Nothing touched him. So I turned to the last page anyone sane would turn to. An old grimoire I bought from a private antiquarian auction. Black leather, edges crumbling, text in a mix of faded Latin and older runes no one could fully translate anymore. The listing called it “a curiosity.” The previous owner had died alone in a locked attic; the estate sold everything fast. Inside was a single clean ritual titled *Vocatio Ultionis*. The summoning of a collector. A demon who traded in vengeance and collected souls. Payment was not optional. Payment was flesh first, soul later.

Inheritance Beyond Bone: A Study of Blood Memory in the Sovereign Lines Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky

Lucifer had also joined in, wiping and killing lots of werewolves until they came. They rode in their horses as they were all in black clothing. Even their horses were trained and the leader there was Sheriam, she had come with their fighters. The look on Lucifer's face when he spotted them was one that a person would want to keep as a trophy. Sheriam and her seer warriors stopped their horses right in the middle of the battlefield and raised their palms into the air, crossing their fingers as they joined their palms together while their fingers where crossed, brought them up to their faces and then pushed them back towards the group of vampires that were running towards them, the fingers st

The girl stared. Then ran forward. And vanished into Elara’s arms like smoke into the wind. Light seared through her chest. The silver moon dissolved, its essence sinking into her bones. She stood again. Alone. But no longer fragmented. The Second Moon: Trial of the Blood Crimson fire. Pain. She screamed as her body convulsed, knees crashing to the ground. Her blood boiled in revolt, caught between warring storms: the strength of the Lycan. The hunger of the Vampire. They shredded through her in waves, fracturing her into monstrous forms.

No wonder some people get addicted to it. The memory of what happened last night makes me shudder, and I try not to think of those men's threats. Now I just want to enjoy being alone for the first time in a while, so I go down to the library and search for something to read. There's an entire shelf dedicated to novels about vampires, which is amusing to find inside a vampire's library, so I pick one called Carmilla and settle down in an armchair. I'm ten pages into it when the door opens abruptly.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.