Vampire Survivors Doppelganger Novels & Stories

My body trembled, but Sir Darenn held my hand and looked me in the eyes. He's telling me that nothing wrong will happen to me because he's with me, so I tighten my grip on him as well. "You've been unconscious for three days," Danrious informed me, which surprised me. "Good thing you recovered your strength already, Kaelynn," Daniel said, but I knew he was just acting in front of me and looked exactly like his twin. Not only the two of them but also Sir Daryl. "Time to get down now," a voice from the door said, and it was Mila; I looked at her, and I think I knew why she still looked young and strong; she, too, is a vampire.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

It was very human but the aura around her was full of negativity like that of a demon; she wasn’t ordinary. “What are you? Who are you?” I asked as I carefully moved in a circle in the living room as well as the doppelganger. “So many questions from a vampire with a bounty on her head.” She said as she paused and I did so as well. “A bounty on my head. Who wants me dead?” I asked as she smirked. “Apparently that’s confidential but I can give you a name; something to remember me by before I rip your heart off your chest for my trophy collection.” The doppelganger said as she smiled with excitement.

A mirror image of her sharing the same sorrow she has. "You killed him!" Her doppelganger's shriek horrifies her. She was holding a dagger in her hand, standing a few feet from her. The tears of blood streaming down her eyes now staining her white dress. A contrast to her maroon dress. She gulped as she remained speechless that she could only do was hug Colfre's lifeless body. "You killed the man I love!" Morrigan shook her head. Muttering one word repeatedly: "No..." Her doppelganger slowly walks towards her with her blaming her for the death of Colfre. Every word her doppelganger throwing at her like a poisonous dagger piercing her chest repeatedly. Even more painful than death. "You kille

And what made matters worse was the technique Raphael used to gain the advantage, just like the Cross has hunters that came there from all parts of life, half wolves, half vampires, even the human hunters are injected with vampire blood to strengthen and speed them up. Raphael breeds his assassins like dogs, mixing DNA and splicing genes, it was a true Frankenstein story going on there, Villa has heard of only two, Duke and Jane, he a half wolf bred by a willing alpha female, she a vampire from the Velvitali bloodline but with a beating heart, who knows how many more of them are out there to be able to bring wolves to the very brink of extinction. Movement behind her made her turn, Alexander

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

We fought fiercely, trying to stay alive but the vampire was too strong, and I couldn't defend myself well. Just as I was about to awaken my werewolf self, the vampire's hand scratched my face, causing deep, painful cuts. I stumbled backward, bleeding and confused. I was near the edge of a cliff, and the ground gave way beneath me. Time seemed to slow down as I fell into the darkness, screaming for help. ~~~~~~ The other man who survived watched in shock, unable to believe what he saw. He knew Theo's sacrifice would inspire them to avenge him and fight harder.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

“Damn you for making me wait.” I clenched my fist until my nails dug into my palm. If Dennise had gone back to the Cross alone… she was already in the viper’s nest. Lowell returned from his room emerging soundless like a skinwalker he was. He sat down opposite to mine and Hessa was nowhere to be seen. The photograph still lay on my desk, the grainy image of the fangs cutting into me like a blade. I couldn’t look away. The Vampyres, the fastest and stronger than one hundred humans in comparison.