Vampire Survivors Grimoire Novels & Stories

Already searching for a way around the impossible. When we arrived, Elder Orin was waiting on the steps. "You found something," he said. Not a question. "We found everything," Mara said, climbing out. "And it's worse than we thought." We gathered in Kade's office—Mara, Marcus, Reeves, Elder Orin, and us. The grimoire sat on the desk, radiating dark magic. "Show me," Elder Orin said. I opened the book. The words appeared again, written in blood.

I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance. “Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned,"

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

"Have the world gone mad? They were off the rails to even contemplate an abomination like that, but the plan is done, they have created vampires, with the Ancestors on their side, I fear for us all." "How was this possible?" Rick asks "They was a prophesy, signalling a union between Adaline and Alexandru will be their end, unless they brought out the bigger guns. Lucklily for them, Ronan and his wife stumbled upon a long lost forbidden grimmoire that contained detailed information about vampire physiology, their venom and the process of creating it."

Panic surged through him as he recognized those footsteps as belonging to Noah, and Noah was unintentionally walking into the hallway where these intruders were. Reacting with lightning speed, Lumiére swiftly dashed out of his hiding spot within his room. He managed to reach Noah within mere seconds, just moments before one of the invaders launched an attack on him. Lumiére pushed Noah away from harm's way and seized hold of the unknown vampire, forcefully slamming him against the wall. The vampire's entire form was concealed in black, preventing Lumiére from discerning their face or his true identity. The vampire let out a pained groan, attempting to put up a fight, but Lumiére wasted no ti

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

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.

When he sat back down, he switched on the desk lamp and blew out the candles. “I found something very interesting,” he said, picking up a thick leather-bound manuscript from the far corner of his desk. “In here.” He opened the book and thumbed through the pages. “This is one of the most comprehensive volumes about vampires I've ever found. It has a large chapter on grafhym.” Leesa watched him anxiously, wondering what he had found that concerned her mom. They had already decided her mom might actually have encountered a one-fanged vampire—perhaps Professor Clerval had discovered something that proved it. But what she heard next was even better.

I continue to ponder these thoughts as I feel sleep weighing on me. The moon shone brightly overhead, the sound of growls and shrieks of pain echoed across the woods. A feeling in the pit of my stomach told me not to go towards the noise, but my body started running. The noise became louder as I got closer, I saw hundreds of wolves and vampires fighting; there were many bodies of both laying limp on the ground, I fell to my knees, seeing my brothers and even my father’s bodies... I felt a piercing in my heart and it shattered; I couldn’t breathe, tears started pouring from my eyes, and without a second thought, I screamed. The fighting stopped; when I opened my eyes, everyone was gone, even

"It was a-" "A hunter, yes. That was the day I died. Lost in an eternal abyss of nothingness." "So then...how are you here?" I asked curiously. "My dad had a very powerful best friend- Death. He comes from a rare bloodline of extremely powerful vampires. In fact, he and I are the last of our kind. He had a wife named Elizabeth and she was unable to have children. When he found out about my death, he saw how it was eating my father alive and decided to attempt to resurrect me for his sake. So, one night he performed a very dangerous, very powerful rescue mission and managed to find my soul. But by then I was already a monster. So, he had to stabilise my soul with someone who could find it in