Alaric Vampire Diaries Actor Novels & Stories

“I didn’t imagine that I would see you again so soon.” Alpha unbuttoned the shirt and loosened it to flaunt his mark, King Casper’s face changed color for a split second, then he composed himself. “Me too. But Luna’s condition is critical. It’s my duty as a neighbor to visit the sick.” “Huh, Papa Teresa.” Rick scowled and huffed in anger; he wasn’t comfortable with that vampire’s scent in his house. Eric opened the door and showed him a sleeping Charlotte. “As you can see that little one is taking a rest, you can leave now.”

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

Yet their blue eyes suggested they were just wolves, at least I hoped they were. “The vampires are here.” Daryl smiles at me as he comes crashing in through the kitchen door with Luca on his shoulders, while Natasha and Daryl Junior clung to his legs giggling away like it was the best game ever. “Then there is no time like the present!” “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks me for the millionth time as he lifts Luca down and Luca instantly begs for me to pick him up. He was a bit quieter than the other two and sometimes needed a bit of extra attention, not that I minded.

Five years is but a blink in a vampire's eternal life, but it was long enough for deep love to curdle into betrayal, for an immortal vow to become the cheapest of lies. Alaric turned me around to face him, his crimson eyes burning with a heat that felt like it could melt me. "Five years, and all I want is to lay the entire world of darkness at your feet." He slowly bent down to kiss me. If I hadn't found that red hair by the pool last night, I would have willingly believed his performance until the day I died. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, the sound of flapping wings broke the night's silence.

“My dear Iris, I hope you are well. I know that you are scared and lost right now, but I wanted to tell you that you will get used to this from now on. I am Carla Parkjo, the owner of the place you have taken. I am from a noble and wealthy vampire family. I received a strict upbringing from a young age as a noble, and I had to be more refined and mature than others. My life was ordinary; I did not receive special attention, nor was I ostracized. I was simply a noble person who hated her quiet life.

" I didn't flinch. I didn't cry. I simply took a slow, deliberate sip of my coffee, looking at them with calm amusement. Before Vanessa could speak another word, the heavy doors behind me opened. Alaric walked into the room. He wore a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, looking completely relaxed and lethal. He didn't even look at Devon or Vanessa. He walked straight up to me, wrapped a possessive arm around my waist, and pressed a deep, lingering kiss right against my lips in front of them. Devon’s face turned an ugly, furious shade of red. Vanessa gasped, her jaw dropping.

"Why is it so hard for you to admit that you actually care about how I feel?" "Because how you feel doesn't pay the bills, Elara. It doesn't stop the Sterling family from laughing at you behind your back, and it doesn't get you through grad school." He walked toward me, his expression hardening again. "My job is to keep you upright. If that makes me the villain in your story, I’ve already told you I’m fine with that." "You’re not a villain," I whispered. "You’re just terrified of being human." Alaric stopped right in front of me. The distance was gone, and I could smell the sharp scent of the scotch on his breath. "I'm not terrified of anything."

she whispered she watched him nod and run quickly away, she made her way further back into the wall into the shadows looking at the movement and shift of the crowd “alex who...?!” dius said holding on to the bloody body of one of his people red eyes let out bloody tears as they all watched “he’s coming” was all the vamp got out before his form began to turn to ash

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.

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.