Alaric Vampire Diaries Actor Novels & Stories

“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.

I hesitated for a while before hooking my hands with his. A shaky breath escaped my lips, then we proceeded up the steps. "You don't have to act so stiff. They aren't vampires." Alaric casually mentioned sensing how tense I was. I wanted to ignore him, but that was impossible; he just knew how to get under my skin even when he was being polite. "Considering they are your parents. It wouldn't be impossible if they were blood suckers." I retorted. A faint smirk curled on his lips. "Unfortunately, neither my family nor I are vampires," he chimed before adding.

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

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.”

The head Alpha Alaric Donovan, the most powerful magnate in the entire werewolf world. I only saw him on the screen. He was definitely #1 World’s Most Handsome Male Werewolf, though personally I would put him up against males of any species. He had crisp black hair and those deep brown eyes typical of an alpha werewolf. He was also something of a mystery, Mr. Alaric, basically a recluse. Interestingly, though, Alpha Alaric’s child had been switched at birth with someone else's child in this very hospital. I overheard it from some of the other nurses.

Alaric let out a growl, power exuded from his tone as he made his command shockingly, " I, Alaric Valdamirovich as the crown prince of all the vampires command you to back off right now."

Alaric said with a smile. I couldn’t smell whether he was lying or telling the truth because that fucker had the ability to mask the scent. Now that he had become the Elder of his coven, his powers had been increased. Not sure what exactly. "Then stay away from her, Al, because it looks like you’re not able to get over the little attraction that you have for Moana even after months," I warned him. I knew Alaric from the moment he was turned into a vampire. This was unlike him. He was the kind of person who would have slept with thousands of women by now but never had any feelings for them.