Vampire Survivors Grimoire Novels & Stories

The rest washed away the blood, cleaned their weapons and slowly raised the flasks of moonshine, celebrating another victory of the united army of the undead. In the confusion reigning around, no one paid attention to the bright green glow of the circle that opened near the camp and the magician who stepped out of it. Allvin was one of the few who, possessing strength, also had the right to move within the camp, so that most knew him by sight and did not even get distracted from their studies. Smelling the flaps of his cloak, Allvin quickly rushed to the large tent, which from the side was no different from the same medical ones, except that a pair of guards - a werewolf and a vampire - were

I am beyond bewildered at this moment. The pounding on the door drawls my attention back to the entrance of the room we are in. “You did say they can't get in, right?” I ask. I know I am safe, but am I really? “Correct. It locks from both sides. Even if they get the lock to break on the outside, they will not be able to get the lock on this side.” Lawler’s reassurance only helps a little bit. “But if they do?” I press. It is really starting to scare me that such creatures are trying to get in and that they even exist. “They will scream from the threshold. They cannot enter any building.” Theo responds. “What do you mean?” Turning my attention to him, he continues with the approving nod from

Thorin added. “King Quillard was furious. Grieving for his lost mate, he commanded Evras and Xovia to summon the powerful armies. Ikrur on the other hand was enjoying the destruction he made and summoned the ghouls, trolls, ogres, demons, and vampires under the influence of his power,” Thorin said. This event caused the wolves to be hostile around the vampires. The death of the Queen left them scarred.

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.

Clayton has been asking the doctor's help everytime he encounters humans who are blood-sucked and could still survive. He isn't sure if the girl in his arms can make it but he could only trust his friend's ability. He knows the man is capable of saving people. He sensed more blood around as he dashed past the woods. Probably another human being victimized by another vampire. But he couldn't care less right now that he is desperate to keep the girl alive.

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.

"Yeah, dust mites and paper cuts." No, it went deeper than that. The grimoire itself didn't just retell vampire lore and itemize things of magic, including creatures and other things; it was magic. Whether some long-ago spell caster imbued it, or the book itself soaked up residual power like a sponge, something about it was different. Special. Necessary to his methods. Leafing through its pages helped Thaddeus hone his intuition and often focus his jumbled thoughts. "Not everything needs to be high tech," he told his protŽgŽ, not for the first time. "Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?"

I couldn't bare the thought of lying to him again. I snuck out of the bedroom and found Esmay downstairs, she looked a bit troubled. I know that she has concerns but right now I need her to be strong, we are running out of time. The Hybrid is going to wake up. Not only that but we have a very determined vampire on our backs, I need to come up with a good solution, one that would give me everything I need to keep everyone safe, I also know that I might not be able to crack this, I know that I might not be able to activate the last element on the Grimoire.

They were bloody, limping, missing a few body parts and barely breathing, but they were here. “Where’s my um-vampire?” she screeched. Ignoring her, they fell before their king. “Vampire disappears.” He’d disappeared. That meant he was alive. James was alive. Thank God. Oh, thank God. “No fresh meat?” the giant leader’s asked, speaking up for the first time. “No fresh meat.” A rumble of angry muttering sprung from the sovereign, and he waved his fingers toward the men. Four other giants stepped forward, palming swords and swinging before Grace could compute what was going on. Heads rolled, stopping at her feet.

Abu was one of the great grim reapers, in fact the head if the grim reaper's empire, who collects the souls of the deaths, a male who has long white hair, full white eyes that you couldn’t even tell where he was staring at; he always wore a bright large black cloak, has a long scythe with blue flames around it, and most of all a huge black yet stunning wings, sometimes you found it creepy but his wings were unique compared to what we commonly imagine, it’s maybe dark and scary but some of them found it beautiful, lastly, there were always some black butterflies flying around him, they were the souls who were punished because of their sin that cannot be forgiven, and as punishment, they were