Vampire Turn Novels & Stories

"The one who turned him. There is an ancient vampire legend that if one vampire is dying, there is one last way to save them: to find the vampire who turned him. You would need to extract a vial of the turner’s blood, then feed it to the vampire who is sick. Then maybe, just maybe, it could heal him.” Caitlin's eyes started to brighten with optimism. "Wait," Aiden snapped, pessimistic. "It’s not that simple. That is just the first step. Once the sick person is fed the blood, he must then feed on the blood of a healthy vampire—a vampire that truly loves him. You see, the sick vampire is supported by two spirits—the one who turned him, and the one he loves now. Then, and only then, will he hav

I held her tightly, turning was a painful process, not one I would have wanted to subject her to. “Stay with me please” her eyes shimmered and I could already see that she was in pain. “Always” I responded, kissing her head tenderly as she lost consciousness. When a human is turned into a vampire the process isn’t pretty, and not everyone survives it. This is why turning is done so infrequently, the strength of mind and body it requires is often not met; so turning someone who is gravely ill will never work as they are already too weak to withstand the turning. Even the healthiest of people, if weak in the mind would not survive, they would snap and have to be put down. Thankfully Sloane had

“So am I turning into a vampire now? Ingesting your blood is the catalyst, right?” Mal’s gentle fingers slipped along her jaw, letting his thumb land in front of her ear, giving him control of her head as he gained her attention. “Darling, you are NOT turning into a vampire. To turn a human into a vampire, their blood has to be completely drained from their body. Right before the last drop falls, the person has to drink from the actual vampire. My blood would then flow in your veins, making me a part of you.” His eyes flashed red at the thought, “and trust me. If and/or when I turn you into a vampire—You’ll find it very, very pleasurable.” His teasing was met with a quick jab to his gut.

“When is that?” “18.” Caitlin thought hard. It was starting to make sense. She had just turned 18. And her cravings had just begun. “Half-breeds are also mortal,” Caleb continued. “They can die, like regular humans. We, on the other hand, cannot. “In order to be a true vampire, one would have to be turned by a true vampire, one who fed with the intent. Vampires are not allowed to turn just anyone—it would inflate our race too greatly. They must receive permission in advance from the Master Council.”

“Any army of were-vamps at my disposal sounds quite appealing. I wonder if you will be able to shift once you’re turned.” “I’ll die before I let you tur me you filthy vampire.” The wolf hissed, using the last of his strength to lunge at me. I laughed as his teeth sank into my arm. Wolves had venom in their saliva, even in human form, but I was immune. One of the perks from Apollo’s curse. I slammed the wolf into the wall, his mouth still attached to my arm. A sinister grin slowly spread across my face as his eyes widened with the realization his venom wasn’t weakening me. Forcing his head to the side, I sank my fangs into the pulsing artery in his neck. I would need to drain him and then fee

he said and Pocco was still puzzled everything he was talking about was not apparent. Blake knew that if he and Evangeline will choose to be together, she will only hurt her, the fact that once a vampire turned 30 their look will stop like that... their looks will never grow old after that and they will never die with that look, and as an immortal, the pain would never go away when the one he loved died. Same with a human who would grow older, thinking that while Evangeline's face starting to wrinkle, he could be with her that long because people around them will begin to be suspicious and the fact that he didn't want to have future children that would be poss

They scream. Among them, one of Vampires turn... A female Vampire who is crying profusely after knowing that her kid was killed mercilessly, turns back. Someone taps on her shoulder. " What?" She bursts into tears. " Take this. This is adult Wolf blood. Take your revenge!" The woman glances at the blood. Her fangs appear as soon as she glances at the blood. " Will he die? Can you confirm that?" A sinister laughter from him makes her feel assured, " Go ahead! Sometimes you should give a shot!"

I ran towards the door but Mason's hand was outstretched caging the both of us inside the room. "Who the fuck are you?" I growled at him, but he didn't say a word he lay there, as I battled with the door after a few seconds, I saw his eyes turn red, and his fangs elongated, they were drilling blood, his claws buried in the floor, they were sharper than wolf fangs, it only means one thing, I have turned him into a vampire. "Damn, Rupert what have you done?" Vernon growled in my head. "I..." I wanted to form a spell but I couldn't, if he goes rampage like me, I bet he will kill everyone, he is tasty for blood, and vampires in their first transformation always have a high thirst for blood.

I decided to make small talk, try and get information out of him while I could. “Were you born a vampire or turned?” He furrowed his brows at me, “You want to know details about me?” I shrugged, “I’m curious. I might as well get to know you while I’m stuck in this predicament.” “I was turned when I was twenty-seven. Thank God too, because I cannot imagine being old and wrinkly,” he scrunched his nose, shuddering at the thought. “That’s interesting. If you’re born into it, you age, but if you are turned, you do not?”

"I'm not going to kill you." "Why not?" "Because you're more useful alive," she said. "For now." The scene shifted again. Another clearing. Another time. My mother alone this time, surrounded by books and papers scattered across the forest floor. Research. She was researching something. "Vampire transformation," she muttered, flipping through a grimoire. "Subject must be drained completely. Heart stopped. Then fed vampire blood mixed with—" She paused, running her finger down the page. "—the blood of the one who initiates the turning. Yes. That would work."