𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐛, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

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 fanficᥫ᭡. Set in the Mississippi Delta during the 1930s, Hymn is a Southern Gothic romance where faith, family, love, and long buried evil become woven together, leaving an entire community to reckon with the cost of what refuses to stay in the past. - AngelWroteThis - 2025, rvp 2026 - Thank you for reading.

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.