Morcant Stories

You thought you were just helping to create the latest Artificial Intelligence, complete with holographic body. You and Bertram were in charge of creating the code so when it didn't turn out like expected, you got the joy of searching through the code to see what caused the glitch, your coworker refusing to accept the mistake was his. He claimed it had to be the work of a hacker. Where else could the memories have come from? Right? Yandere!Morcant (Morgana Le Fay genderbend) x reader story, I have no clue how long this will end up being or how fast the updates. Cover art by @shey49

Greetings, I'm Ambrosia Moonlight. As you can probably assume by my name, I'm a vampire, but not entirely. You see, I was born a vampire. My father was Mr Scott Goldsmith's sire, yet after he fell into his slumber, he discarded his memory, not caring for he once considered a friend. And actually became a vampire, vampire hunter, someone that works with humans to take out vampire threats himself. He was two thousand years old, and once evil, but despite that, he was recruited by the organization. He was essentially calmed while permitted to be ruthless against other dangerous vampires. My mother was a Vampire Hunter, in the association, she's what drew my father to join in the first place. He was drawn to her fierce attitude, yet willingness to invite him into the fold. In fact, she had a secret of her own, she was a reincarnated Angel, sent on a mission to nullify any vampire threats, not necessarily eliminate them, just, remove the threat. I was an anomaly. No-one had ever heard of a vampire ever having a child until I appeared in my mother's womb. At first my father thought she cheeted, but the fact she was only ever with him or her siblings, it was hard to believe. All evidence pointed against infidelity. They had a period of time where trust wasn't strong, yet was trying to be. Once I was born, my vivid bright red, not ginger, a perfect red, just line my bothers, and eyes a dark green, like my father's had been, long ago, when he was alive. My first teeth that came were the fangs, small, pointy, and entirely vampire. Yet, I could still go under sunlight, silver didn't effect me, I wasn't made ill by garlic or normal human food, but it wasn't like I didn't like blood either, because I did, I just didn't like hunting, I preferred it being handed to me.

Owen had been laying numb within a void for who knows how long, but then the scene fades into a familiar memory like it has so many times, one Owen always recited before returning to silence. Yet, this time, he goes off the script and instead of going back to that void, he finds himself in an unfamiliar place, warm air entering his lungs and tall buildings surrounding him. He doesn't know where he is, why he's here, or even if this is actually real, but he figures it means something, so he'd better figure out what's going on. [This is a heavy rewrite or a previous story and will be quite different while following the same general story. I hope you enjoy.]