Bridget Regan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Rayne wanted to tell her sister. Dimitri brushed her hair out of her face, trying to see how bad the fever was. When he noticed that her skin was turning paler by the moment. “Yes, it is. The child is a vampire; you need to drink blood.” Brigid explained not happy with how this was turning out. “You have finally lost your mind,” Rayne groaned as she felt sick again. “No, I haven’t.” Brigid could see how sick she was; worry crossed her mind.

Not if. I felt a hollow ache open up in my chest. Bridget Lorraine had been the top candidate for Damon’s wife since Margot started "shopping" for an alliance when he turned eighteen. She’d lived in France her whole life and visited often, a fixture in the Vitale social circles. In the beginning, Damon had always seemed uninterested, bordering on hostile toward her. But if that was the case... how was she here at midnight? How did she have the house code? How was Damon just standing there?

“Hey, sit down. It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about anything, the rest of us—” I glare Luka into silence. “No. You are not going after Dayne. Not alone.” “Talis,” Regan says, looking anxious, “you’re pregnant. He just got you back from that place. If anything were to happen to you, Dayne would never forgive us or himself. You can’t.” I step away from Luka, so I’m standing on my own two feet. One by one, I meet each one of their gazes starting with Luka, then Savannah, Regan, Hallee, Dean, Gavin who I still don’t know super well, and finally Nathan who I don’t remember seeing until now.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

I threw on a robe and opened the door. "Brother? It's early." Ronan's brow furrowed when he saw my exhausted face. "Rough night?" "Yeah, just couldn't fall asleep." I forced a weak smile. "What's up?" "I was thinking all night about what happened." Ronan came into the room and sat down. "Thalia, if you're serious about a new life, I want you to meet someone." My spirits lifted. "What friend?" "The Alpha of the Silver Creek pack. Liam."

And here I have been. Thing is... Regan never welcomed me because she saw me as a local country girl who came to steal her dad and invade her perfect life. Regan was registered into our current school, Blue Lake High, by her mum's elder sister, Aunt Elena, who had no child of her own and considered Regan as hers. She was a very rich and influential lady from what I heard, a successful YouTuber and a dentist.

“Besides… I think I find you interesting." I remember asking Theresa to get someone with a good chemistry,, but Regan is over qualified for this job. Dude looks like an expert flirt. “Maya,” my mom called as she came in, but her eyes darted to Regan, “Regan, would you like more stew?” He grinned. “I’m good, ma’am. Thank you. That was amazing.” “You’re such a polite young man. Maya, sweetheart, don’t you want to see your boyfriend off?”

“We can’t ignore that. What if it’s something important this time?” “Fine,” Zara muttered and hit play. The video opened to a grainy home footage. A much younger Regan—he couldn’t be more than seven—stood in a dimly lit study room. Books lined the shelves in perfect symmetry, and a large oak cabinet stood in the corner. Little Regan’s face was focused, his tongue poking slightly out of his mouth as he reached for a small keypad on the cabinet.

“I mean, we don’t have to do this right now, if you don’t feel like it.” Oh yes, they did. Before the nausea in the pit of her stomach got the best of her. The slight hope in his eyes made her sad. His face wavered for just a moment. She knew she had to do it… It was Iris’s future in this house at stake. Regina closed her eyes for a moment and nodded. “No, Damien I’m fine. Let’s get this show on the road!” she murmured. Briar appeared over Damien’s shoulder. “Anyone you want to be here, Miss Regina? I could make a call… or two…”