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Le Petit Vampire

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"My name is Jeanne Ténèbres du Cœur. In private circles, I am known as Mademoiselle L'Encre. On February 3, 1973, I died. I am now 54 years old, yet I don't look a day over 19, which is well and good because if I looked 16, which had been my age upon death, then Monsieurs Henri Roux and Jacques Moreau would have trouble explaining why they are sleeping with me. You look confused. Let me further explain myself. On February 3, 1973 at 7:45, I died. On February 3, 1973 at 7:50, I was born again as a Vampire. And not just any Vampire. I am Ultimate Vampire."All Rights Reserved

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Finding My Way Home by BrynnWalk1

Silence is my Best Friend. The darkness is my sister. I am Harley Rose King and I am a vampire. I was turned when I was 21 years old and now I am over 3000 years old. I have been living on the run. I am scared of what I am. I'm scared to show people. I've met others like me. Vampires who drink animals blood and vampires who aren't even full vampires. I have seen it all. Today I am stepping out of the shadows and helping an old friend against every Vampires worst fear. But is it really mine?

Her Majesty // Mikaelson by Lucifurteeth

The Quarter is quiet. Marcellus controls the vampires. The wolves live like outcasts in the Bayou. The Witches have a rocky peace with the vampires. The Mikaelsons raise Hope in their family home. All is peaceful, quiet despite the minor disputes. However the newest Scottish visitors have a long history that they plan on bringing to town. --- "They don't like the idea of new vampires in New Orleans." He reports shamefully, holding his head downwards. The butler seemed as though fearing for his life. I hold the lavender ball gown up to my chest, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. "On the contrary, dear Joseph," I pause, listening as my sweet Scottish accented voice floats around the room in tranquility. I turn to him, my ice eyes resting on him. "We are very, very old vampires." I drop the dress, and the butler looks up in fear. My movements are as fast as a striking snake, tearing out his throat in such a swift movement there's barely any mess. I look into his eyes as he raises his hands to his neck, falling to the ground in a light thump. I walk back and pick up the lavender dress, admiring my smiling reflection in the mirror as the tragically human butler bleeds out onto the expensive Russian rug. --- Some plot lines and moments of the Originals has been altered for this story. Camille is human (alive). Marcel is not a super vamp. However, Hope is seven years old. I only own the events and Characters I design, the rest all belong to the CW and the wonderful writers. Edit:: The Title has been changed from Casket Crowns to Her Majesty The reasoning is that the characters designed in this story are being used in a series of novels that will NOT be fan fictions. If you're interested in Merida and her brothers furthermore, stay tuned for the actual Fiction/Fantasy book I'll publish on my profile. August 10, 2020 UPDATE: This story is old, I started it several years ago and therefore has many flaws. Read at your own risk.

Princess Katherine Voltori Quileute by snowstorm20

Hi my name is Katherine Quileute I was born on January 21 Sometime in the 1300s B.C. one year after my father was turned into a vampire.

Hell Hall by kamerykae

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

"Different" | X Reader (Blind) by missversatilequeen

••• (Your P.O.V.) ••• Three years ago, I lost my sight in a car accident. Both of my parents were killed in the process, leaving me parentless. I was only 17 years old. Now it's three years later. Doesn't even seem like that long. I'm done with high school. I am now 20 years old, living the rest of my life as a blind person. It isn't easy. Anyways, I stay with a close friend mine. She takes care and looks after me. I also have another close friend. A friend named Charley. Charley Brewster. He's a few years younger than me. A high school student. He lives across the street from me two houses down. I've known him for years now. He has a girlfriend. He often checks on me to see how I'm doing, keep me company, or if I need help with anything. I consider him a good friend. We often talk to each other on the phone late at night before he goes to sleep for school in the morning. I get lonely when he's gone. One night, I stop by Charley's residence. I've had word from Mrs. Brewster, his mother, that a new neighbor was visiting for the evening at their home. She invited me over, and I obliged. Then I met a man. A strange man. I felt something off about this stranger. Something... Abnormal... Then Charley claims that he is a vampire. I didn't know whether or not I should believe him. Eventually, I did. He warned me to stay away from him at all costs. That I did. Overtime, this 'vampire' stranger got too attached to me over the next few days. As if he had already known me. I tried my best to avoid him, but the man kept bothering me. He didn't leave me alone... However, one night, quickly turned into Hell...

I'm Tired by hheng07

I'm tired. I did my best, no one acknowledged me. It seems to be hell wherever I go or do. I died and reincarnated. When can I stop acting? "END MY MISERY, please I beg of you." "I'm tired...so tired." TW: depressing thoughts, swearing, violence, murder DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Who Made me a Princess. I do not own the pictures used in this unless I draw them myself. Date Started: 6/8/2021 Date Finished: 2/1/22 Highest Ranking: #1 Sbapod #37 Lucas #1 Athanasia #1 Athyxlucas #2 suddenlybecameaprincessoneday #6 athanasiadealgerobelia #5 sibap #3 ijekielalpheus #81 whomademeaprincess #49 claudedealgerobelia #1 lucathy #1 lilianyork #14 wmmap #1 onedayibecameaprincess

AMARANTHINE| The Eternal Love (BWWM) by misslullaby_

COMPLETED (Turning Into A Webtoon) Highest in Vampire #33 I died yesterday. Maybe around 11:47 PM? And it was March 23 and I was only 18. Coming home from some lame party that I honestly never wanted to go to in the first place. And I'm not saying I had much planned, but dying that night was definitely not on the list of things to do. Anyway, I should probably be a few feet buried underground with a tomb stone above me that would read the date of my birth and death. Along with some cheesy line written across it about my life. Yeah. I should be dead, but the thing is I'm not exactly dead... Here's where you would be thinking I'm some sort of supernatural creature. But I'm not that either. I'm not some sort of vampire, or werewolf, or anything of that kind. I am perfectly still human. I think. Apparently, I'm food now. Something they call Eternal Source. But still human... mostly. And I now belong to Jerias. He isn't human at all. A vampire. Or Nosferatu in the correct term. Either way, he's a beautiful monster. And I was asked to stay here in his home with him. So I stayed. But I didn't really have much of a choice... *major editing involved*

supernatural family by Brittany2642

I remember when I was 3 I was playing with my stuff animals when I heard voices coming from the front room. I left my playroom with my stuffies in my arms and that's when I saw blood on the floor and the walls, "but that was 13 years ago" I am now 16 years old. and I now would be living in Japan for awhile to distract myself with things but that didn't work well. as I went on a walk one night to calm my nerves down, I ended up passing out from lack of sleep. when I woke up I wasn't in my home I was somewhere else...

Rare (Vampire Knight) by Nightlyxx

"You're stronger now, stronger than an aristocrat should be. You're a rarity, Charlotte." - Had Charlotte Aido been born into a different family, her life probably would have been a lot easier and a lot simpler. - DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KNIGHT, NOR ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OR MAIN PLOT LINE. THE ONLY THING THAT'S MINE ARE THE CHARACTERS I HAVE MADE UP. (i.e. Charlotte.) THIS STORY ALSO HAS SWEARING. [UNDERGOING SOME LIGHT EDITING]

NUMBER THREE. by caribou652

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. An intense bubbling pressure filled my mind and a burning pain filled my body like lava. Was I moving? Fighting? I couldn't even tell. The pain is unbearable, and I have never felt so detached from my mind ever before. Is this death? All at once the fiery burning pain that filled my veins turned to ice, and a new pain formed, sending my body into a shock. I could feel my teeth chattering like a woodpecker on wood, and hear it slightly also; Why can I shiver but not scream? My thoughts didn't carry far, as I felt my body come slightly back into my control, the pain still under my skin and ears ringing. I started thrashing and yelling due to my new found control of my body. My voice sounded foreign to my ears, and came out more a gargle than a yell, something was in my mouth. I felt hands against my arms, restraining me and voices speaking quickly and hushed. A sharp pain in my neck brought me darkness and the pain finally stopped. Number Three is thrown into a confusing trial of tests regarding her new found abilities and developments, although she is left with no memory of what was before. All she knows is that her existence is for Project Interitus, or that's at least what the doctors who run the facility say. Luckily for her she isn't alone in these new found discoveries, three colleagues join her, One, Four, and Seven. All of them are wary and unsure of the facility in which they stay, nor trusting of the people who run the trials, as they continue to dismiss and silence any questions or thoughts they have regarding how they came to be or what they're there for. Memories resurface, and curiosity grows stronger as this group of test subjects become closer and more intuitive, making it more of a challenge for them to be controlled without rebellion. What is the purpose of her abilities? Will Three ever regain her memories of the past or did she never have one to begin with? Lets just hope she survives.

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Finding My Way Home

Silence is my Best Friend. The darkness is my sister. I am Harley Rose King and I am a vampire. I was turned when I was 21 years old and now I am over 3000 years old. I have been living on the run. I am scared of what I am. I'm scared to show people. I've met others like me. Vampires who drink animals blood and vampires who aren't even full vampires. I have seen it all. Today I am stepping out of the shadows and helping an old friend against every Vampires worst fear. But is it really mine?