In the shadowed heart of the Mississippi Delta, 1932, Celeste Dubois bears a mark that pulses with forbidden secrets. After a terrifying encounter in the moonlit swamp, she learns she's been chosen by an ancient vampire, a predator craving her special blood-or her eternity. As her father searches for answers in forgotten rituals, an enigmatic stranger, Remmick, arrives in Willow Creek, his cold eyes stirring something Celeste can't comprehend. With the full moon nearing and the mark whispering promises of darkness, she fights to resist a call that threatens to consume her. Will Celeste unravel the mystery of her blood before the shadows claim her? Or will the Delta drag her into an eternal fate?

"There are legends of people born with the gift of dreamin' so true it can pierce the veil between life and death-callin' forth voices from what's gone and what's yet to come. In ancient Ireland, they were called fáith. In Choctaw land, Dream Healers. And in West Africa..." she paused, eyes distant, "...they called 'em Babalawo. Those blessed, or burdened, by this gift could bring healin' to their communities. But powerful light draws powerful darkness, too. Evil don't like when mortals speak its language." - Annie Excerpt from Chapter Two Pulled directly from my Tumblr @novar3ads Warnings: Blood and gore, Smut, Period Typical Racism, Actual Depictions of Klan Behavior, Monster Fucking, Death (These will be updated as chapters come out. These warnings are important for the future so please do not ignore them!)

DISMCLAIMER!!! THIS IS A REMMICK (Sinners) X OC!! THIS ISNT AN XREADER! When Mae stumbles upon a wounded stranger near the banks of the bayou, she disobeys instinct and brings him shelter. His name is Remmick-a pale, Irish man with eyes that occasionally shine a blood red and a voice soaked in centuries. Mae soon learns that Remmick is not a man at all but a vampire-old, weary, and hungry. Yet something in him resists the monstrous hunger, and something in Mae finds beauty in his darkness. As Remmick's past drips into the present-his legacy of violence, the towns he's drained, the lovers he's lost-Mae is drawn deeper into his world, caught between her growing affection and the terror of what he is. Her innocence becomes a battlefield as she begins to question whether love can redeem a monster-or whether it will consume her instead. Other disclaimers: this has smut, so if you are not comfortable with it, I am sorry. I am not that good at dialogue as well, but im much better with details! I'm sorry if all the dialogue is boring. THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HAS VOTED AND READ!!!! I WILL FOLLOW ALL WHO LIKE THIS STORY! Best ranks: #2 out of 792 in 'Sinners' #61 out of 1000+ in 'movie' #12 out of 1000+in 'smoke' #4 out of 1000+ in "sexualthemes' #14 out of 713 in 'stack' #2 out of 938 in 'vampirelove' #11 out of 1000+ in '1930's' #73 out of 1000+ in 'spicy' #46 out of 1000+ in 'vampireromance' #30 out of 1000+ in 'xoc' #1 out of 1000+ in 'vampirefanfiction' #2 out of 14 in 'smokeandstack' #50 out of 1000+ in 'gore' #69 out of 1000+ in 'blood' #32 out of 1000+ in 'haileesteinfield' #47 out of 1000+ in 'michaelbjordan' #5 out of 78 in 'remmick' #6 out of 31 in 'ryancoogler' #349 out of 1000+ in 'dark' #466 out of 1000+ in 'vampire' #1 put of 10 in 'remmicksinners'

1932, Mississippi. Mayola Moore knows better than to trust a white man-especially one who only comes after dark. But Remmick ain't like other men. He's got teeth behind his charm, and hunger in his eyes. What begins as curiosity turns to heat, and heat to danger. Because monsters don't always hide in the woods-sometimes they wait on your porch, smilin'. (UNEDITED)

Sonja has traveled all over the world singing her life through her music. Growing up in an abusive home and suffering a miscarriage at a young age, almost made her give up on the world. Until she finally decided to use her God given gift to tell her story. After the death of her father, Sonja returned home. But, memories of the past haunt her. She doesn't plan on staying until one night, she meets a handsome stranger and her life is forever changed.

In a forgotten tent church on the edge of nowhere, Mercy Doran has spent her life praying to a God who rarely answers. Until the night something else does. Remmick is not of this world. He stands where shadows deepen, waiting with a smile too smooth and a voice that doesn't echo. He can't enter unless she lets him in. When evil comes in the shape of familiar hands, Mercy learns too late that monsters don't always hide in the dark. Sometimes, they wait at the door.

"𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..." 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦. "𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯'?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘢' 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸." 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. ༻✧༺ All her life she ran from her problems-her fears, and five years ago she ran from him. He won't let her go again. | Remmick x Oc | Posted on Ao3 (soggy_soda)

It was another night out in Delta, Mississippi; the distant sounds of crickets and croaking frogs relaxed you while you cleaned up the house. Everything was fine and dandy until you heard a knock on the front door... right after that you'll find out soon enough why you should've kept that damn door closed. Warnings: 18+ content (obviously), vampires, blood and stuff like that. Update: chapters that have 18+/smut content will have a 🔥

Mississippi, 1932. Her blood remembers. Descended from the Helsing line and raised on a diet of scripture, silver, and Southern folklore, she returns to her half-haunted hometown after months of hunting demons across Europe alongside her Uncle Wyatt and Great Aunt Del. But when she arrives, she senses something is upturned. Something foul has taken root in the dirt, older than prayer and hungrier than hell. She wants to kill it. Yet her blood calls for it. And what waits in the dark will answer.

[takes place before and kinda during the events of Sinners??] [all credit goes to the creators of the film Sinners] Ever since Y/N's lover had sadly passed away after suffering for so long with tuberculosis leaving them to take care of their little farm which seems to be a hard task as Y/N is too busy grieving over their sudden loss and how lonely everything has become, until one night when Y/N was playing their instrument, beyond the tree line a man appeared almost like the music you played had lead him to you, as he asks if he could come inside for a bit