Adrian's Undead Diary Book Order Novels & Stories

“They’re coming.” Adrian’s eyes sharpened. “Yes.” I took a step back. “Then we have to stop them.” Adrian’s gaze hardened. “No.” My heart stuttered. “What do you mean, no?” Adrian’s voice turned cold. “You can’t stop them.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” Adrian’s expression turned serious. “I’m saying the spine is already active.” My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered. Adrian nodded. “It woke up the moment you touched the key.”

I gave the room a once over. Seeing how everything was back to normal made me more nervous. Because it was back to the way it used to look before all that shit happened with Dreaya. I wanted to know how. Most especially, I wanted to know why. And what was it that was making weird things happen. Or did we go back in time? I asked, when I saw the breakfast tray sitting on the coffee table on the other side of the room. It wasn’t there earlier. The book Adriana liked reading on lycan history was by the bedside table. Kept open, like she didn’t want the page she was reading to get lost.

“I thought maybe you’d been looking at them and wondered why they weren’t put back properly, since you’re usually so careful with them.” Viktor shook his head. “I haven’t had time to look at them in weeks.” He strode across the room and plucked a book from Stephan hand, checking the title. It was Lycanthropy. Raising the book to his nose, he took a sniff. A faint trace of Adriana's scent remained. Grimly, he clenched the book in his hand. “I think we have a problem.” ********

Adrian’s voice hissed through the dark. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of blue light exploded to my left. Adrian had ignited his hands with solid frost, casting an eerie, bright blue glow across the dusty basement. The light revealed the horror waiting for us. Three shadow-leaches were clinging to the stone ceiling right above our heads, their smoky bodies twisting like angry storms, their gray wooden claws scraping against the plaster. "They didn't bypass the library wards," Lisa gasped, her hands lighting up with her purple defensive magic. "They were already down here! The Council is keeping them here!"

" I just nodded, he gave me the diary, I clipped the paper and father closed the door. I closed my eyes, I was born in the 1720's. I started thinking the year and began chanting: To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my fornlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction At that a faint light covered me. At first it was warm then suddenly I felt an excruciating pain. I felt knives peeling my skin, flames burning me. I thought that returning back in time is more painful than going forward. I dropped to my knees, I'm coughing blood and I can see my skin on the floor, blood was all around. My sight is getting blurry. When will this pain

Elysia asked, disbelief laced in her tone as she approached him. Elliott’s expression remained unreadable as he shut the magazine with a swift motion and set it down on the coffee table. “Let’s have breakfast,” he said, already rising to his feet. Sarah glanced between the siblings. Elysia’s eyes lingered on the magazine before she picked it up, flipping through the pages. The moment she reached the second page, her entire demeanor shifted. Sarah noticed it immediately, the way Elysia’s face hardened, the way her fingers tightened around the glossy paper. The playful, carefree woman from moments ago had vanished.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Adrian reminded "That's right." Audrey said opening the spell book. "Wait why is it blank?" Adrian asked "Are you blind? What do you mean it's blank?" Audrey asked "I'm serious it's blank." Adrian said "I guess only the chosen can see it. But I'm not in the mood for learning new things I'm exhausted." Audrey said changing into a pyjamas and laying on the bed. Adrian laid beside her. "Good night." Audrey said kissing him. "Good night."

she answers him. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “I don’t even know how to talk to him right now,” Alex pulls out a little book. She opens it to reveal the name, Drago Morningstar. Adrian looks at her, “Isn’t that his…” “Shut up Adrian. I will use this,” she says. Adrian turns his head as he picks up on strange footsteps. He sees Lucifer’s armored guards walking towards them. “I don’t think you will need that,” he says and the two vampires give way for them.

This was for him. I systematically searched the apartment. I felt like a grave robber, violating Adrian's privacy even in death. Empty drawers, pristine bookshelves, and nothing. I was about to give up. Then, in the back of closet, behind a stack of neatly folded sweaters, I saw it. A slim, leather-bound ledger. And tucked inside, a thick folder filled with financial reports, meticulously annotated in Adrian's precise handwriting.