Vampire Turning Novels & Stories

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

I teased him causing him to smile. “Here I thought the researcher had all her questions answered last night.” He joked winking. “How do you turn someone into a vampire?” I asked causing his breath to catch. “I don’t think that is something you need to know.” He argued. “You promised to answer.” I pouted my lip at him. “Damnit. Fine.” He said before sitting on the end of the bed. I took a seat next to him our shoulder touching slightly. “In order for us to turn someone we need to feed, draining most of their blood. This is when most end up killing unintentionally.” I nodded for him to continue.

“Their skin turned bluish at first, right? So why do they look fresh now? Like nothing ever happened to them?” So many questions crowded my mind. None of this made sense. And the more answers I got, the more dangerous everything seemed to become. “Because the vampire biting them isn’t just killing them,” Kaeren said, his voice low and serious. “He’s building an army. Anyone he bites doesn’t simply die. They begin to change. At night, they start turning into vampires.” For a moment, I just stared at him. My brain refused to process what he was saying. The words felt scattered, like pieces that refused to fit together.

I already knew way more about that than I probably should’ve, but she had no idea that was the case. “Well, like I said, Grandma is the perfect person to explain all of this, so I don’t want to confuse you, but basically once a person who has the ability to Transform either into a Hunter or a Guardian is in danger from a Vampire, their body starts the Transformation process. Jamie just sped mine along with a shot.”

The air was sharper, colder, and every sound was amplified—dripping water, distant footsteps, the hum of something mechanical. I opened my eyes, and the world was clearer, sharper. But something was wrong. So, so wrong. I wasn’t breathing. Panic surged through me, and I shot up, gasping, clutching at my chest, but no air came. My heart wasn’t beating. I was dead. No, not dead. Worse. I was turning into a vampire. I scrambled back, my mind racing, trying to make sense of it all. I’d been fed vampire blood before I died. I was in transition now, just like Sophia had been. And there was only one way to complete it.

I wonder what kind of secrets she's hiding from me? I decided to go back to my own room when I felt a heavy feeling inside my head. I stumbled inside the bathroom. I tried to reach the mirror in front of me to see my face. It's getting blurry. I couldn't see my own reflection on it. I closed my eyes, I feel pain inside it. I rubbed my eyes to lessen the pain but when I peeled it open, I screamed. My eyes isn't black, it turned to a crimson red and it's glowing. I'm turning into a vampire again. There were a small glimpse of myself in the mirror before it faded away. I ran back to my mother's room.

“His name was Orpheus. The book said that Orpheus’s wife, found a witch and that witch gave him some potion. It had a bad affect or something because it turned him into a killing machine. Orpheus ended up killing his wife, Eleanor, and turning his three children, Cassius, Estella and Andreas.” “Interesting.” “The interesting part is those four are considered originals. Only originals are able to create a vampire. Must be something in their blood. Either way, the only way to turn someone is for one of those four to do it. If that is the case, and the vampire population is on the rise….” I trailed off letting Jet get to the conclusion. “We have no way of knowing how many vampires there are. Hu

He stared at her, and his eyes burned right through her. "Yes, you would do it, wouldn't you? You would kill yourself for him. You truly love him, don’t you?" Caitlin cried. "Yes, I do.” She wiped away her tears. "Please, tell me.” "His maker," Aiden finally said. "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.”

But I was thankful that he had tried to return some semblance of life to me. "I checked in on you," Tige said. "When I linked with you briefly, you seemed to be doing well, well enough to shop at the Home Depot." When I had felt something at Home Depot, it had been Tige! "I've never met a Vampire who went shopping the day after being turned," Tige said. "When I had been turned, I awoke bound. Tony wasn't taking any chances. He had awakened with a murderous bloodlust. Sometimes you take on the characteristics of the one who turns you." He stroked my cheek again, and I closed my eyes wanting to purr like a kitten. "I know I owe you. I brought this living death on you."

ISLA The vampire blood is working. Valentina's body is responding. Not healing exactly. Transforming. The silver poisoning that would have killed her is being overwritten by vampire turning. New system replacing failed one. But she's still dying. Or rather, beginning to die properly. Vampire transformation requires death first. True death. Complete cessation. Then resurrection. Three days later. As full vampire. "How long?" Callum asks. "Three days. Traditional turning period. She'll be dead during that time. Completely. Then she rises."