Annabelle Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

my mother said as she leaned across the table towards me as if to get a closer look in my face. I was certain by that time from how hot my face felt that I was blushing wildly. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes because I was scared that she would realize what was going on between Rowan and me. Rowan thrusted his fingers mercilessly against my pleasure spot and I could feel myself inching closer to my climax. I was certain that he was enjoying himself as his fingers continued to tease my insides. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I covered my face with my hands while I begged him silently in my mind for him to stop torturing me this way. I couldn’t believe that I was on the verge of c

Marlo snarled, inches from my face. “I’d rather you try,” I hissed back. “Both of you, STOP!” Emilio shouted, his voice cracking with strain. And then… A new voice cut through the tension. “No one’s dying. Not today.” We all turned. Standing by the door was Anabelle. Her white blouse was stained with dust and blood. Her hair clung to her face. But in her hand, she held a small glass vial, glowing faintly green. My eyes widened. So did everyone else’s.

For a moment, there was silence and then I loosened my grip. Her shaky breath was mixed with the stark silence that plagued the room. She realized I was getting impatient and decided to talk. “My name is Annabel from Spring pack. Please, do not hurt me,” she pleaded with her hands cupped together like she was praying to some gods. Her words seemed to make my world collapse, the weight of them crashing down like a tidal wave. I stared at her, in anticipation for any sign of the woman I love, but all I see is the cold, calculating soul that has taken her place.

Maybe she finally snapped? I start the car again and off we go to the meeting point. At some point I hear Callan call Helen’s name, but I chose to keep my focus on the road and the plan. We need to capture Annabel and my child first, getting them out. Then I need to kill her mate quickly. I’ll get one of the witches to deal with him, and his Beta. Lianne would be a great prize as well, but I’ve heard she has not shown any of her powers while being in Gold Moon. Maybe she needs a little push? Seeing her mate and brother being mauled to death should do that little trick.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

“How wicked are you Annabelle, you paid a man to rape an innocent girl. You are a woman, how will you feel when you're raped!" Annabelle was drowned in fear. She has never seen Jace this way… he looks like a furious devil, right now she fears for her life.

"She mentioned something about her daughter, who was going to help her get revenge...." "Annabelle has a daughter?" Mother asked in shock. "It appears so." I said, deep in thoughts. "She would help her get revenge." I repeated, trying to put two and two together. How? "So," The other girl continued. "They brought us to this bonfire, and slit our palms above it, letting our blood drip in. Afterwards, the hybrid came forward, and they did the same to him." "Annabelle made some enchantments, and then suddenly stopped. She yelled angrily, saying our energy wasn't strong enough, and we didn't possess enough magic."

But, suddenly the woman's steps stopped and her body turned quickly towards hers. "Are you-a vampire too?" Anne smiled warmly as she nodded. "That's right, Madam. I am a vampire from the Cullen nation." "Oh my God... why is my life surrounded by vampires now..." Mrs. grumbled. Matthew continued her steps, then immediately entered Angel's room. "Oh my, Your Majesty!" screamed Anne when she saw Angel's miserable condition. Angel shifted her gaze towards the door, her eyes widened for a moment. "Anne... are you here?"

Their aim that night was to get food for dinner, but Mira wanted to know who she had been sharing her home with a little better. “So, Anabelle, tell me more about yourself,” she said, keeping her face neutral. “So far, all I know about you is that you're from Spooky Hollow, you are the only survivor of an attack on your pack, and you hate witches, including me. With good reason, by the way. What else is there to you?” Rolling her eyes, Anabelle tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Well, my name is Anabelle. As you already know, ” she added, taking note of the way Mira's eyes had rolled into the back of her head.