Vampire Survivors Grimoire Novels & Stories

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.

“The Blood Abbey. A rogue sect of witches and vampires who practice forbidden arts. They have existed for centuries… shadow to shadow, feeding on souls.” Seraphine nodded grimly. “They are the last surviving wielders of Sanguis Vinculum. And they want the Healer’s heart. Not to kill her. To use her.” My pulse slammed against my ribs. Alejandro’s flame cracked across the room like a whip. “No one uses my mate.”

It was incredibly difficult to discern that went on in that century old heart of hers. I stretched out and received it from her. "That's not all," she spun around, and grabbed a book off the table. She held it out to me again, and I didn't hesitate to take it from her hand. "As promised, I have given you the Crimson heart. And that..." She pointed at the weighty book in my hand. "That's a grimoire, containing research on the blood moon oath. If you go through it diligently, you might find a way to break it without any other kind of substitutions."

When he made his way through the door, he felt his heart stop beating. Willow was snuggled under the covers with the Vampire Karmina had told him about. They shared kisses and smiles as if they had been lovers forever. Roy watched as her eyes softened as she gazed at the man beside her. Her hand caressed his cheek, her thumb running across his lips. The Vampire's eyes swirled red and gold, his fangs growing slightly as he nicks her thumb. She let out a soft gasp as a drop of blood oozed out of the tiny wound and the Vampire licked it before kissing her again. His vision quickly retracted, his heart thundering in his chest as his mind was returned back to his home. The window he was gazing th

Amy was already shaking her knees with nervousness at seeing her friend restless, so she gave a glance to Sheila who looked at her son, but received hostile looks from Amy and even her mother; then she sighed sadly as she stood up and walked towards Soraia. Augustus stopped at Soraia's back, and as she turned, she collided with that iron chest of warmth, and unable to resist, she threw herself into his arms and let that warm comfort envelop her and warm her inside and out - after all, a vampire's body only becomes 'warm' with coffee or tea. Suddenly Marcus appeared at the entrance of the tent and Amy smiling imitated Soraia's gesture and threw herself in, only in the arms of her light vampir

"What do you mean?" Dr. Percy walks over to a hidden compartment in the wall and retrieves a worn, leather-bound book. Its pages are yellowed with age, and strange symbols are etched into its cover. "This is the Grimoire of Shadows," he says, holding it out to Chloe. "It contains spells and rituals of immense power—power that comes at a great cost. If we are to stand any chance against the creature, we must be willing to use it." Chloe hesitates, eyeing the book warily. "You’re asking me to embrace the very thing that created that monster?"

Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary. As the group entered the chamber, the coffins all opened, allowing their occupants to emerge. The vampires bared their fangs, their eyes aglow, poised to charge at the intruders. One vampire lunged forward in attack, but a sudden rush of wings brushed past, knocking the vampire back into his coffin, which promptly sealed shut, trapping him inside.

She nods in approval and gestures for me to sit down, sitting face to face like we were about to have a meditation session. “Our blood line is a ‘Blood Key’ and this can be either positive or negative. Our blood acts as a key to unlock sealed items like grimoires, forbidden vaults, or even gates to other worlds. Enemies and allies alike seek us for this reason.” Realization kicked in immediately. “So that's why I was able to unseal Lucian’s coffin. My blood spilled on it.” My mum nods in ‘she is finally getting it.’ “You might also want to know about ‘The Forgotten Witch.”

I should’ve fucking known he wasn’t stupid enough to lay bare his secrets like that when he knew I could use them against him. If Gabriel was truly alive, we were back to ground zero, and getting rid of him would be even more difficult now. Think, Daisy, think! How can we get him once and for all? He must have gotten a guide on how to clone himself from somewhere, and that would also contain how to put an end to the clones. The ancient werewolf grimoire should contain something like that. Even the grimoire my great-grandmother left for my mother should have something on cloning. Perhaps it was hidden between the lines, but I should find it after thoroughly checking it.

"Goodbye, brother." He walked out of the room and headed to Pristine's room. Pristine Grace was the only one who had all the information about vampires and humans. She was a well-known informant in the vampire world. "Seeing the sulking look on your face, I assume you are here for more details on the potion," Pristine said, noticing Alexander standing at the corner of her room. He rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer her. Pristine handed a folder to Alexander, which he took within a second. He opened the file and saw a picture of a beautiful and simple girl. The thing which intrigued Alexander was her stormy grey eyes, which told a story he couldn't comprehend.