They grew up on hymns and hushes-whispers in the pews, glances that held too much and said too little. She knew Sammie Moore before she knew desire. Before her father shattered her spirit. Before the juke joint showed her how easy it was to get lost in music, in liquor... in him. They've been tied together from the start-always good, always clean, always saints. But the night they give in, the night they finally let go and become sinners... they land straight on the devil's playground. Vampires prowl. Blood spills. Friends vanish. Families fall apart. But the wound that cuts the deepest-the one that never stops aching-is the love they still can't walk away from. Love isn't a sin. But if it was... It'd be the deadliest one of all. I DO NOT OWN SINNERS: the cake and praise goes to amazing mind, Ryan Coogler. Only thing I own is my own OC, which is you, and her backstory!

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 🔥

REMMICK X OC There are people born with the gift of making music so true that it can pierce the veil between life and death, conjuring spirits from the past and the future. In ancient Ireland they were called Filí, in the Choctaw Land they were called fire-keepers and in West Africa they're called griots. This gift can bring healing to their communities and it attracts something darker, more evil.

I don't know how to start this but my name is Y/N. Me and my remainin' family have returned from what was supposed to be a fun night at the juke joint. What happened? Well, lemme tell you the story of how everything for the past two years went from being a blessin' in disguise to a bloody supernatural nightmare in one night.

Kindness had always been Virginia McKinnon's greatest virtue. On an unsuspecting summer night, when warned of a dangerous stranger roaming around the fields at night, all she had to do is not let him inside. No matter how helpless he might seem. #1 in #gothicromance 11-03-2026

𝐒é𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; a meeting at which people attempt to make contact with the dead, especially through the agency of a medium Stack x f!oc x remmick 1/7 BEXBEI's Sinners Book Series

a REMMICK fanfic. Mississippi, 1931. The summer heat is suffocating, but something colder has settled over Dorothy's home. When a quiet young man takes shelter under her roof, the air thickens with unspoken questions-and a presence that doesn't belong. In three days' time, the truth will come for them all. "Not everything buried stays dead" THEMES 1. Faith vs. Corruption 2. Family Legacy & Burden 3. Sacrifice & Redemption 4. Power of Secrets 5. Cycles of Violence

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?

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.

"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)