Alaric Vampire Diaries Actor Novels & Stories

Mira walked over with the captain, barely bothering to hide the smugness on her face. She glanced down at me lying on the ground, then looked at Alaric beside me. Alaric had just been pulled back from vampire venom. His armor was half-shattered, the lining soaked in blood, his hair disheveled, his face pale — he looked no different from any wounded warrior. Mira didn't recognize him. Her spine straightened immediately.

Anytime we do extra he always cheeks in on me. “So, do I get an answer to my question?” I asked him and he sighed. “Alaric is an ancient artifact that belongs in a museum but somehow still roams the earth after a thousand years,” Fred said with a straight face and I could immediately tell where Isla got her sense of humor from. “What I'm hearing is that Alaric is a vampire, with that age he's probably a vampire lord and both of you have a love-hate relationship,” I said to Fred who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Apollo said as he grabbed Damon and pulled him into a hug. "Correction, you've been worried sick. Racing like a mother waiting for her child to return home while we have all been working on a new way to track down the ring." Drabek chimed in, earning a punch in the arm from Apollo. "Shut up, Bek." "Well, we don't have to worry about that now because when we escaped the nightmares, we encountered Virginia Ghaustly, who informed me of who Alora really is." A few of them cursed, exchanging curious glances with one another before glaring at me. But my eyes latched onto Garren's. His face didn't give anything away, but I knew he was waiting to see if I would rat him out to Damon and the others.

It’s so warm and rich, and I know for memory it’s Alden. “Well Alpha,” someone else else replies. I'm assuming it’s a doctor. “I would assume she will wake soon. It seems we have a miracle on our hands.”

He asked once he had his fill. "The faceless man isn't a vampire like we all thought." Alaric looked at me, confused. "I think he's a hybrid." I paused. "He had claws which he used as means to cast a spell on me to make me forget our encounter," I said as I recalled the encounter. Alaric’s eyes narrowed in realization "But you didn't forget." He muttered in surprise.

“I’m wounded. My big sis chose the bully.” That’s when Vicky bounded over, her eyes wild with chaos and glee. “Somebody give me a cigarette, a shot, and a priest because I just witnessed the most legendary takedown in Texas history.” She winked seductively at Alaric, smiling sweetly. “Alaric, baby, you missed your calling as a soap-opera director. That entrance was epic.” Alaric’s entire body locked up. He went from relaxed to ramrod straight in half a second, tugging at his cuffs like they suddenly didn’t fit.

​He finished, leaning closer to my neck and licking off the blood, painstakingly slow, as if he was enjoying every single drop of it. ​“Draven, we need to go out.” Alaric’s voice interrupted us and we both turned to watch him enter my room, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. He stopped to stare at me as Draven got up from his position, and I sat up straight on the bed, clutching my neck tightly and holding back the tears. ​“The smell of your blood is getting me so excited, Adriana...” ​“Alaric.” Draven cut him off in a warning tone, and I watched Alaric’s eyes soften immediately before he turned to smile at Draven with a nod.

The moment the call connected, Alaric wailed into the phone, “What’s so wrong with me? Why can’t you just give me a chance? I’ve been waiting for you for over twenty years—can’t you just look my way?” Vespera, holding her phone and double-checking the number, asked, bewildered, “Alaric, are you drunk?” “I’m drunk! And you still won’t come see me! Do I mean nothing to you? Not even a little?” Alaric slurred, his voice tinged with despair. Lysander watched the scene unfold, amazed at just how dramatic Alaric could get when drunk. It was like witnessing a Shakespearean tragedy, with Alaric playing the role of a modern-day, jilted lover.

There was no way he could be related to Alaric. "Master Alaric! Did you called me?" Jonathan came and bowed to his Master. "I want my meetings to be cancelled for today. I have an emergency to handle." He snapped at him and left the mansion in haste. In middle of his way to the abandoned building, he picked his most trust man, James Evans. James was a professional hacker and a vampire who had worked for goverment at one time. "I love you too… But I would never take a risk of my life to save a human." He chuckled under his breath whil Alaric glared at him.

Lord help me it should be illegal to look that good. @TeaSpillCentral: Why does he look like actual royalty and she looks like staff? I love this storyline already. Servant. I swallowed and kept scrolling. It wasn't that degrading being seen as a servant beside your husband if that husband was Alaric Von Duvall.. @ConspiracyChic: Unpopular opinion but that looks like Alaric von Duvall. My heart skipped violently. Replies flooded beneath it within seconds. The netizens could never accept Alaric smiling at a paparazzi