Alaric Saltzman Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to drink from me whenever you want. It won’t be happening again just because you’ve decided you like the taste.” My face went hot. “Right,” I muttered, looking down at my hands. “Understood.” “Hm.” Damon stood just as the door behind him swung open. I expected my parents to return. But it wasn’t them who walked through the door. It was Alaric Voss. “Well,” he said, stopping at the foot of my bed. “If it isn’t the new fledgling.” 101-150

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

he answers, “About needing proof.” “And?” “I know where you can get some.” “You know where we can get proof that Void exists?” I ask skeptically. “Yes,” he replies cryptically, not saying any more For once, I wished he behaved like a normal person and read social cues. “Damien,” Harvey calls out to me. “Who is this?” “His name is Alaric. A vampire and a friend. He is helping us- me - prepare my wolves to face Void,” I reply “I am sorry,” Steven says, eyes still trained on Alaric. “Did you say, vampire? Like the blood sucking creatures that you hear about in myths.”

That asshole threatened to kill my driving instructor because he looked irresponsible and took my car keys away for a month because I drove too fast in the rain, when I was going ten over the limit. So yes, Alaric likes control. But Stefan Vance was born with the soul of an exhausted father raising feral children against his will. Let's see who wins.

When he tried to do so during my childhood, I taught him a lesson with my pranks. Pranks? On Elder Vladimir? The head of the elder council by a mere pup? ‘’Alright.’’ I bring my gaze back to the screen of my laptop, not believing that from Alaric. ‘’Hey, I’m telling the truth, Selena.’’ He leans forward with his hands on the table, his lips in a frown. ‘’I actually played pranks on Elder Vladimir.’’ ‘’Okay.’’ ‘’Ever wonder why he’s bald despite being a werewolf, I did that to him.’’ Alaric reveals proudly

“And this is my 10th birthday. He went all the way into the human town to get my favorite pizza from this little restaurant I used to love, and this is when I turned 16 and shifted for the first time. My dad was hugging my wolf, then he shifted, and we ran together for hours… None of these memories belongs to him! He stole them from Wren! But I have these memories with him. Even though they're not his, they're in my head,” Alaric taps the side of his head in frustration. “I experienced them with him. I always cherished them, and now I want to hate those memories but I can't! Why can't I hate them? Why can't I hate him?” Alaric cried as he closed his hand around the picture and crushed it. He

His gray eyes now replaced with deep scarlet, as if flood of blood pooled on those. “If your goal is to free it through me, you are utterly mistaken. Only the summoner can break the spell that bound it.” Marcus only stared at her without saying anything. None of the vampires ever moved did. Kaleen’s eyes went to the Manik’s direction, a creature so foul and huge that its exposed skin stretched from its elongated face down to its four legs. It could be likened into a werewolf but viler…and deadlier. Its whitened eyes stared directly at her, hungered for the blood that coursed through her.

He is currently the reigning youngest king of the vampire royals [in a millennium] at age twenty-four. As he happened to be standing just a few feet away from Mary, who already stood frozen to the ground, stonecold like a statue upon hearing his name, Alaric uncaringly walked brushing past her while two other men remained in their post standing behind Mary. He quietly walked towards the corpse and knelt to the ground feeling for his cousin’s pulses, doing the same thing that Adrienne already did earlier. His blood-red eyes darkened making it almost black after listening to his cousin’s no longer beating heart.

demanded Anita, and then in a much lower voice, “hussy.” Vanessa shot Anita a look a second before a broad, tall form filled her doorway. Her poor heart did a cartwheel as she gripped the edge of her desk. If her heart continued this way, she was going to have a heart attack. Alaric looked amazing. No big surprise there. His dark hair was neatly cut. He was wearing an old AC/DC band shirt and the dark, worn material stretched against his shoulders and chest. There was a bulge under his shirt, along the lip. He was packing.

But not without casting one last amused glance over his shoulder at the foolish human who had thought marrying a Vampire Lord was ever a good idea—especially a heartless one like Damien. Liz thought the whole thing was one big mess. And she couldn’t even console her distraught mother—the guilt wouldn’t let her. So she stood awkwardly at the side, wishing that she would just stop existing completely. ⸻ Damien walked ahead without a word, his expression unreadable as Alaric followed at a leisurely pace behind him. “You’ve certainly gotten yourself into quite the situation,” Alaric remarked casually. Damien didn’t slow. He really didn’t want to be having this conversation. “I don’t recall askin