Vampire Turning Novels & Stories

he asked, and I smiled. “You’ll see,” I said with a grin and turned to them. “What are you waiting for?” I asked with a raised brow. “Or are you scared of a fag?” I taunted, and the leader got furious, rushing at me. I sped toward him immediately, using my vampire speed to get to him before he could realize, and sunk my fangs into him, drinking his blood and forcing enough saliva and venom in him to turn him into a horny mess. I sped to the next person, doing the same thing. And the next. And the next.

I shook my head, my hair dancing around my face. ​“That’s going to turn me into a vampire!” I said out loud, crawling further away from him. ​“That’s not how it works. Stop moving!” he snapped, leaping forward and grabbing my wrists. ​“No, no! I don’t want to turn into a vampire!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face at the thought. It’s not like I’m dumb! Drinking the blood from a pureblood will turn me into a vampire, and Draven of all people knows that!

"What's happening? Why can't I control my body? Damn it! Stop!" As Prescott screamed miserably, his abdomen began to swell uncontrollably. In just moments, it ballooned like an overfilled sack and kept expanding. With a shrill roar, Prescott dove straight toward the ground. His body instantly transformed into countless bats. High-level vampires all possessed the ability to turn into bats. In the distance, Prescott's body reassembled once more. However, the pain did not lessen at all, and the swelling of his body reached its absolute limit. "No!" with a soul-rending scream, the skin on Prescott's forehead split open first, and a beam of holy light burst out from within.

she exasperated. "I have to feed from you first in order to turn you, Isabelle," Cassius shook his head again, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes, "Surely as a slayer you would know that," he challenged. Izzie frowned, but the memory had started coming back to her as he had said it. Vampires (well most species that could turn a human, in fact) had to take some blood from the victim first so that their blood was then compatible for a turn. The body was less likely to reject something that was at least a bit familiar and the attacking cells that would be doing the turn would already be familiar with the victims make-up.

Not even Zeus dares defy the rules that were set since the beginning of time. Vampires have always been stubborn and do as they please. Amongst all the supernatural beings, they are the only ones who can awaken a dead person and turn them into a vampire. However, that can only be done in the few minutes that the person dies. This turning process has to be done before rigor mortis sets in. That is the only way it can be successful. Wolves, though they cannot raise the dead, they can turn a dying person into one of their own in hopes of helping them heal. They have amazing healing speed.

Tonight. I did not waste any time anymore. I put my hand in the window’s hem and let myself fall into the depths and defy the winds of the night. I saw Arturo and Dominic watch me as I transform myself mid-air. Vampires, of all kinds and bloodlines, have the ability to turn into flying creatures called bats. Yet they can only transform to and back when sunlight is out. And it develops over time. A newborn vampire can only transform for an hour or so, but veterans can transform how long they want, as long as it's dark.

“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.

She’ll wake up tomorrow at night as a vampire because that's what the healer told them. “Why is she not breathing?” Sharlene asked then turned her attention to Dad. “She’s not breathing, honey! What do we do now?” her voice cracked as she hugged her daughter. “Honey… this is how vampires infect someone to become a vampire as well. Soon, Ginny will turn into a vampire and once that happens, she won’t be able to control herself right away. She’ll haunt and find a prey to drink blood. And you are the perfect prey for her.”

“How many letters spell vampire?” Zoe frowned, counting under her breath. “Seven…” Then her eyes widened. “Seven days?” “Yes.” His tone was final, grave. “After that, she will be fully turned.” He cast a look at Chloe, softer now, as though the weight of those words pressed on him too. “The first four days will be simple enough. Her body will adapt, her senses will sharpen. But the remaining three…” He exhaled through his nose, almost like a warning. “They will be critical. She will need strength, guidance, and everyone she can get to survive the change.”

Had he any idea what he could have done for his petty ambitions? Half-vampires who ingested the blood of full vampires usually went through something like a turning, unlocking the potential of their vampire blood. Sometimes, they became daywalkers, vampires with all the strengths of a full vampire and capable of walking in full sunlight without weakening. The number of half-vampires who survived such a thing with all of their faculties, including their memories intact, were far and few in between. The pain of turning a half-vampire rivaled that of turning a werewolf. The few former half-vampires she’d met couldn’t remember their names for months after.