#vampirefiction

🩸 Masterlist

🩸Genre: vampire au • gothic • mystery • slow-burn romance

🗡️ Pairing: ot7!Enhypem x reader; vampire!Enha x ???!reader; Enha x oc

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers. Violence & blood • Death, grief & reincarnation trauma • Supernatural manipulation & power imbalance • Mental distress & identity confusion • Implied suicidal ideation (past lives)• Possession, curses & ritual magic• Historical trauma (war, persecution)More specific warnings appear at the top of each chapter.

Synopsis 🗝️ Seven immortals. Seven stories. One cursed legacy.

“You may only ask questions during the interviews. You cannot leave until the final story is told. And no one—not even you—is who they appear to be.”

✨ Prologue — The Letter🕯️

Yuna, a struggling journalist, receives a cryptic letter summoning her to the Yang estate. She enters a world of immortals, forgotten memories, and stories waiting to be told.

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✨ Chapter 1: "The Princess and the Blade" 🏹⚔️

👑✨ Heeseung (Princess x Bodyguard) Inspired by: The K2 Heeseung recalls a past life as a royal guard bound to protect a visionary princess in an age of war, betrayal, and sacrifice. Vibe: Loyal warrior ✧ tragic devotion ✧ slow-burning tension

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✨ Chapter 2: "The Curse Beneath the Willow" 🔁📖❤️

🩸🔄Jake (Reincarnated fates) Inspired by: Destined With You / Witches of East End Jake reveals the centuries-long cycle of falling in love with the same soul—and losing her over and over again. Vibe: Timeless heartbreak ✧ obsession ✧ fated love

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✨ Chapter 3: "The Reaper's Shadow" ☁️⚰️👁️

⚖️🖤Jay (Grim Reaper love) Inspired by: Tomorrow Jay remembers seeing spirits before his turning—and falling for a reaper whose presence he can no longer ignore, even in undeath. Vibe: Melancholic mystery ✧ existential longing ✧ ghostly romance

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✨ Chapter 4: "The Witch Who Vanished" 🔮🕯️🌙

🔮🌪️Sunghoon (Time-loop witch) Inspired by: A Discovery of Witches Sunghoon’s immortal life is marked by a mysterious witch who appears across time, always powerful, always fleeting. Vibe: Enchanted encounters ✧ missed moments ✧ fate’s tease

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✨ Chapter 5: "The Song of the Sea" 🌊🐚💭

🌊🐚 Sunoo (Memory-lost mermaid) Inspired by: Legend of the Blue Sea Sunoo speaks of a forbidden romance with a creature of the sea, and the dangers of memories hidden beneath the waves. Vibe: Dreamlike longing ✧ forgotten magic ✧ waterbound grief

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✨ Chapter 6: "The Soul Alchemist" 🧪🧬🕰️

🧪🔗Jungwon (Alchemist’s vow) Inspired by: Alchemy of Souls (Seasons 1 & 2) Jungwon tells of an ancient ritual that bound his fate to another’s through soul alchemy—and how the cost of magic never disappears. Vibe: Soul-binding ritual ✧ magical destiny ✧ unspoken burdens

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✨ Chapter 7: "The Shadow with Warmth" 🗝️🧠🌌

🎙️🕰️ Ni-Ki (Forgotten soulmates) Inspired by: Goblin Ni-Ki shares the truth behind the rebellion that fractured their clan, and the memory he took to protect someone he could never forget. Vibe: Quiet sorrow ✧ forgotten sacrifice ✧ eternal promise

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✨ Chapter 8: "The Interviewer’s Choice" ✨🕰️📌

As the final interview concludes, Yuna is left to piece together the truth—not just about them, but about herself. Fate, choice, and memory collide in one last decision that could change everything.

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🔗 Additional Info

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🌌 The Immortals’ Universe

👤 Original Characters Profile

Castlevania

Hector x vampire!reader

She loved to peek into that room, shrouded in darkness. She would watch him in secret as he brought to life another hellish creature, which writhed at his feet with a cacophony of noise. She observed his face—focused, grim, and gray.

No human had ever been so close to her, even though they hadn't spoken much. Yet he fascinated her to the point where she could watch him for days. He was proud, intelligent, a creator... No king or monarch, willing to give up their treasures for a mere glimpse of her attention, could compare to him. He had no wealth, only talent. Oh, but what talent it was.

"You are magnificent," she finally spoke, seeing Hector set down the hammer on the stone table and straighten himself with a heavy movement. She stepped deeper into the room, and he gave her a tired glance. "I didn’t mean to interrupt, but truly, you are fascinating. What you do is fascinating."

"I saw you watching me," he replied at last, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned against the stone counter and measured her with his eyes, from her feet to the top of her head. She wore a purple gown that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Her hair, partly styled in intricate braids at the back of her head, partly flowing down her shoulders, framed her pale face. Her lips were accentuated by dark lipstick, which emphasized the whiteness of her sharp, dagger-like fangs—something that had caught his attention when she had laughed with a delicate, pearly sound at his words.

"I must admit, I thought I could get away with it," she shook her head as if somewhat embarrassed by the fact she had been caught in the act. "But why didn’t you say a word?"

The man lowered his gaze from her and fixed it on the stone floor. A silence settled, interrupted only by his steady breathing and the rustling of her precious gown. She studied his pale hair, simple robe, calloused hands, and couldn’t escape the thought that they were so very different from one another.

"Your gaze flatters me," he admitted in a soft, deep voice, and she felt a sudden shiver run down her spine. She smiled instantly and walked even deeper into the room, maneuvering between the patches of dried blood staining the floor.

He saw her figure glide toward him like a swan over the calm surface of a lake, but she only seemed real when he felt her presence beside him. Usually, vampires stirred feelings of unease and disgust in him, maybe a specific kind of fascination, but she was different. Just one of her glances, sent through a small crack in the door, could give him so much confidence and spread through his body a warm, unexpected wave of safety and love he had never felt before. He wasn’t even sure if it was love or if he simply didn’t want to name that feeling.

"You’re kind to me," she suddenly said, placing her cool, delicate hand on his rough, warm one. He looked into her dead eyes, noticing sadness and worry in them—feelings he hadn’t expected. She was a cheerful soul, which was rare in their times. That made her even more special and fascinating to him. "Know that I know very well what Carmilla advised you to do. I knew from the very beginning."

He didn’t know why he was surprised. Her and Carmilla were sisters. They ruled together in Styria, came to Dracula’s castle together, made decisions together, and planned every step together. He realized that she must have known about the dishonorable proposal that Carmilla had made to him and that he had been pondering so intensely.

He was surprised, however, that she had also brought up this topic with him. He couldn’t reconcile her delicate, pleasant nature with betrayal, war, and death.

"If you ask me, I will agree without hesitation," he whispered at last, confessing all the feelings he carried inside him, feelings he hadn’t dared name. He felt her slender fingers tighten on his hand and sensed her exhale heavily as she traced her thumb along his wrist.

"Don’t agree, Hector," she finally said, closing her eyes. She released his hand and sighed deeply. "Carmilla is an excellent strategist and a woman of great intellect, but her heart is as hard as stone. Beware, she will use you without mercy and treat you like a dog when the time that favors her comes. Don’t let her deceive you, and leave this castle as soon as possible. Flee the land of Wallachia."

Her words seemed not to reach him. How many times had he thought about how he could start a new life, with her by his side? Maybe it was naive thinking, but that hope was the only thing that could bring even a shadow of a smile to his face.

"And forgive me," she sobbed, swaying on her feet. Hector caught her almost limp body and held her tightly to his chest, not letting her fall. "Forgive me for agreeing to be a part of this plot. Carmilla was my whole world, I knew nothing but her. This may not be an excuse, but know that I wish neither anger nor death upon you. So I advise you to flee, and it would be better if fate never brought you across my path again."

Her despair seemed almost theatrical, but he knew it was sincere. He pulled her tighter to his body, squeezing almost all the air out of her. The woman breathed heavily again and quietly cried, pressing her hands to her chest.

"Run away with me," he suddenly proposed, pushing her away from him by the length of his arm. She staggered in his still strong grip like a doll, struggling to regain her balance. "I know you don’t desire war and conquest. I know you don’t need fame and power. So run away with me."

She heard footsteps on the stairs and immediately broke free from his embrace. They both carefully watched the entrance to the room, expecting the appearance of an unexpected guest or someone who, with ill intent, had overheard their emotional conversation. And it didn’t matter whether it was someone connected to Carmilla or Dracula, in both cases, they would be deprived of their lives.

You accidentally start a prank war with one of the Salvatore brothers and Kol Mikaelson, and things escalate way out of control. It starts with something harmless—switching Damon’s bourbon with iced tea—but soon, furniture is missing, hair dye is involved, and someone might get locked in a coffin.

Ancient shrines. Immortal vampires. A love that bridges eternity and human time. 🌙

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Whispers of Darkness

Amidst the realm where the night reigned supreme and the shadows whispered ancient secrets, Alucard, the immortal king of darkness, found himself entwined in an intricate tale involving another vampire, (Y/N). Their encounters were riddled with a peculiar and enigmatic dynamic, an amalgamation of jests and teasing, leaving both ensnared in a complex dance of emotions.

(Y/N), a vampire whose ethereal presence had caught the attention of Alucard, frequently found herself entangled in the enigmatic web of his provocative jests. His taunts, tinged with sarcasm and veiled mockery, were delivered with such precision that they cut deeper than any blade, leaving (Y/N) in a state of emotional confusion.

For Alucard, his teasing was a facade, an intricate defense mechanism to mask the raw vulnerability buried within his heart. His true emotions for (Y/N) remained an enigma, and in his inability to articulate his feelings, he resorted to a shield of relentless mockery. The more he teased, the more it became a veil to protect himself from the uncertainties of vulnerability.

But each jibe he directed at (Y/N) was like a sharp thorn piercing his own heart. His feelings, a tangled mess of unspoken emotions, became a silent plea for her attention and understanding.

(Y/N), however, was caught in the whirlwind of emotions that Alucard's behavior invoked. She couldn't decipher the fine line between his jests and genuine disdain. Her attraction toward Alucard was entangled with the hurt caused by his relentless mockery, a confusion that twisted her emotions in ways she struggled to comprehend.

Despite the ache caused by Alucard's words, (Y/N) remained drawn to the allure of his enigmatic darkness. She couldn’t help but be captivated by his intriguing presence, a draw that tugged at her heartstrings amidst the storm of his teasing.

Their tale of emotions and unspoken sentiments continued, a web of push and pull that kept them entwined in an intricate dance. Alucard's heart was in a constant state of turmoil, his unspoken affections wrapped in layers of banter, while (Y/N) remained caught between the allure of his enigma and the pain his words inflicted.

In the stillness of the night, beneath the darkened skies that often concealed their fragile emotions, a moment of fleeting understanding emerged. As their eyes met in an unguarded instant, a silent yet profound realization passed between them. It was a moment of silent connection, a glimpse of mutual understanding that transcended the labyrinth of their emotions.

For Alucard, that fleeting moment brought a glimmer of hope. It was a subtle revelation that perhaps, in those unspoken exchanges, (Y/N) might decipher the emotions he concealed beneath his jests.

And for (Y/N), it was a whispered realization. A subtle understanding that beneath Alucard's facade of mockery lay a vulnerability he couldn’t express.

Their story, a mosaic of emotions concealed in the obsidian embrace of the night, was an enigma waiting to be unraveled. In the tapestry of their unspoken affection, love remained a hidden secret, nestled in the depths of their labyrinthine emotions, waiting for the day when they would decode each other's hearts and bridge the chasm that separated them.

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💚 ASHES IN THE AIR 💚

"Before you, I did not weep, yet by your kiss, you have made me almost mortal."