Vincent Valentine Transformation Novels & Stories

“I was desperate for your attention, that is why I had mistakenly hurt my sweet Lily.” “So what exactly do you want now?” Valerie wiped her tears. She then shuffled into her bag and pulled out a paper that seemed like a medical report. “This is my doctor’s report. I’ve been undergoing some expensive treatments, and they said I’ve massively improved,” Valerie handed me the paper, her voice lifting with hope as she continued. “I’m a completely changed person now, Adrian. All I’m asking is one final chance to prove it.”

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

My hand tightens slightly around my glass because there is no way—no actual way—he just said that like he didn’t hear everything I just heard, like he didn’t catch the same holes, the same exaggerations, the same very obvious attempt to take advantage of him. I almost palm my face right there. Idiot. Rich, powerful, terrifying… idiot. But before I can even process it properly, before I can even decide whether I want to laugh or be concerned, he turns his head slightly. Toward me. “What do you think about it, love?” My brain… pauses. Like actually pauses. “…What?” The table goes quiet and every single one of them turns to look at me. Me. Valerie. The same Valerie who didn’t even finish law sc

Tonight was going to be unforgettable. His driver picked me up at exactly 8pm, ten minutes later, we were at the venue. By the look of the restaurant, I knew it wasn't a regular one. Its entrance was breathtaking, they were balloons with my name on them floating in the air. I hesitated at the entrance, my heart thumping. Then, I spotted him. A masculine figure in a black suit, holding a bouquet of roses. Vincent. I took a deep breath and walked toward him. He turned, his gaze locking onto mine. A slow smile spread across his lips.

But it was enough. Her face changed from fear to rage. Pure rage. "YOU!" she screamed. "BETHANY! YOU DID THIS! YOU SET US UP!" Vincent put his hand over her mouth. But her eyes stayed locked on mine. Full of hate. Full of promises of revenge. The other man pulled Valerie out next. She looked calmer. More controlled. But when she saw me in my car, her face went cold. Empty. Like all the emotion drained out and left something dangerous behind.

Devil whispered to me and I glared at him making him chuckle, I want to eat him up, now am also looking at him as the last candy. "Come say hello to Amanda." he said then led him to her. "Hi Mavis, am Valentine, I studied with you." Valentine came to introduce himself, poor boy he looks like he constipated, well he is courageous, others didn't. "Valentine, you're the closest to cupcake, why is that?" he asked and Valentine gasped, the phobia they had for him during school days is still active. Valentine started stuttering so I decided to put him out of his misery his my friend after all.

"There is no 'legitimacy' anymore, Vincent. There’s only cleanup. Call the old guard. Tell them the transition is happening now." "I need to talk to the others," Vincent muttered. The rhythmic clack-clack-clack of his gold ring against glass gave away his nerves. "We need a quorum." "You don’t need a quorum for a funeral. Just a shovel. Call them." She cut the line. The silence that followed felt heavy, pressurized. Valentina watched the chaos on the screens—the silent screaming of the elite, the press scramble. She felt a sharp ripple of satisfaction. It wasn’t the warmth of a win; it was the cold click of a key fitting into a lock.

"If you need to be present in my existence, it must be on your own terms about mine." Years of sin weighed heavy upon Don Victor as he looked down at Valentine, his body rugged and physical with a breathing system that made one wonder more on the frailness in his eyes. For all the years, he'd brought up this empire and led them with a rod of iron. Now all those things before the daughter was unimportant, however: broken for redemption stood this man before Valentine. "Your terms," he whispered to repeat once again. Valentine looked at him, her heart fighting the turmoil of her feelings between anger and something she still could not attach a word to. Pain? Confusion? The yearning for somethi

He finished. Valerie’s screams could be heard across the halls and the ones who’d spread the rumor of the princess’ death immediately took back their words. Valerie laid on the bed in heavy chains while the transformation took place. Clarissa stood watch by her daughter, unable to leave her side. Screaming, Valerie’s bone starts cracking causing so much pain, her dress tearing as she increased in size. Her neck snapping as her head changed it shaped, her ears growing longer and the bones behind her neck popping out. Valerie screamed as her fangs came out fully, She opened her eyes and it was blood red.

And there was my spot across. "There you are Val, we've been waiting for you," Vincent said as a simple opening the moment he saw me and I can feel that he was much more excited to see his younger brother all grown up like this. "Damn how'd you get all that muscles, bro?" "Oh, this? Nah, I just woke up like this," I replied giving him a fist bump. "Oh man, you're a comedian now? Anyway, this is Keiran, Keiran this is my little brother Valentine."