Vampire Survivors Grimoire Novels & Stories

After saying all this, Gramson left with the unconscious girl in his hand. “Fuck! Today, I almost had snapped that woman's head off. Something is wrong with me. It only happens with rogue vampires. Hm! I think my vacation must end now. It's time for everyone to welcome their one and only king but before that, I have to go to the red river fair,” Gabriel mumbled.

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.

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

When Red asked why our identification laces differed from the other students, I told him that we were scholars. Actually, aside from Red and me, I no longer see any other mortals. During the first week of the school year, I saw some mortal students here, but after a few weeks, I observed that they had already started to vanish. Vampires are incredibly skilled at killing their victims, and no one will be able to determine the cause of death. "I'll just get some ice cream," red said, and I agreed. We both make our way to the canteen's freezer, and he takes a step back when he opens it.

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.

Where was the error in her behavior? She was seething with annoyance as she pulled her favorite grimoire down from the shelf and flipped through the pages. Her anger grew as each spell she cast did not offer the knowledge she required. She noticed a page at the back of the book that was all about vampires and the lore around them. There was a remark put in the margin in a spidery hand that stated there were no known spells that could be used to track down vampires because they were, for all intents and purposes, dead, and one could only do ritual magic on the living. This notation explained that this was because one could only perform ritual magic on the living.

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

Kael and Marek. The door opened, and Kael stepped inside first—shoulders tight, jaw set so hard Rhea wondered if he could feel his teeth crack. Marek followed behind, expression grim, knuckles bruised, a smear of blood running along one side of his face. Neither of them looked victorious. Neither looked hopeful. They looked like men who had witnessed something they could never unsee. Violet immediately rushed forward. “Did she help? Did that witch—did she say anything?” Kael didn’t answer at first. He tossed a heavy, dust-covered grimoire onto the table beside Violet—the Thorne Grimoire. Her eyes widened instantly.

He asked for his butler who was standing aside and watching his master to speak first. "List of the attacks happened within the Period of one month and it's shocking to know that there were many casualties by their attacks. One thing was more gruisome and terrifying to me was, that when these murders, i preferably say at the same time. Hardly much time left for a vampire to kill seven different humans at one time." "They have increased in numbers, but how? Are they trying necromancing?" Alaric remained on his side. "I am afraid that would be possible for an extinct vampire. They were brought back to dead somehow." Said the butler, Jonathan. "Damn, whitmores'!!…" Alaric hissed loudly.