Buffy Fiction Novels & Stories

BRYAN’S POV Until now, it seems like what happened earlier is so unreal. Fiancee? What nonsense is that? She doesn't even have a boyfriend. She's an NBSB(no boyfriend since birth), for cry out loud. And now someone will suddenly come out and introduce himself as her fiancee?! Maybe Alex just planned that because he found out what Gian and I did? There is a possibility that she is doing this to avoid me? That's right, Bryan! That guy is not Alex's fiancee.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

Wearing a fur coat in this heat will get old fast, Josh sent to Dimitri using the shifter mindspeech. Dimitri just laughed. We'll get used to it. Then, he paused as he slid out of the shade of a giant pine into the sweltering sun. At least, I hope we will. They prowled around the edges of Bull Creek, never trespassing on people's property, but getting close enough to determine the types of paranormals who resided in the small community. A small cluster of vampires dwelt on the southern tip of the town while humans and shifters—bears, panthers, a wolf, coyotes, and even an otter—dwelt in the main body of Bull Creek. There were several empty cabins, a lot of trees, and several clearings and sm

"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

He nods, stowing the exam in one of the side pockets of his backpack. "Huh, you learn something new every day," she says, quite taken aback by this revelation. Yeah, you're not the only one surprised here. Call me judgmental, but I really wasn't expecting to hear that from him. Really? Buffy asks me incredulously. You just read an entire series centered around a hot, rebellious college student who later becomes a best-selling author...can't you see the connection? No, not really. Ugh, never mind. Just keep up the playful banter.

After a few minutes of that, she spoke up again "I have questions. A lot of them. Why does my mouth taste of blood? Why are there hair strands on my body? And why can't I remember anything?!" "See, the accident–" Axel began. "Oh, cut the crap Axel. Let's tell her the truth" Beth snapped, then turned to Lauren with a much kinder voice "Look, this might be hard for you to understand and trust me, it's hard for me to explain to you." She sighed, then continued "You're a werewolf, Lauren." "I'm a what?"

But I can't put the book down. I burst into laughter, and everyone around me stares at the crazy, frail girl. We—Laura and I—are hilarious. Who would have guessed that strigois were thirsty for love rather than blood? Oh, right, me. I knew this since the moment I’d read that book about vampires. And yet, I still had to learn the hard way. Ugh! I need a new toy to take my mind off these things. Therefore, I shout, “Who wants to try me at arm wrestling? I’m barely warming up.”

Lucienne had just brought some coffee when she grabbed the mug, planted a kiss on his cheek, and rushed downstairs to her office. She rubbed her hands together as her computer started up and her fingers started to glide over the keyboard at an alarming rate the moment she was able to type. She was going to write their story. She would write it in such a way that it looked like a fiction novel and nobody would ever believe that it was fact. Venus brought her another cup of coffee a bit later, but she didn’t pay any attention to her friend as her fingers furiously typed out all her ideas. Page after page filled with her words as she told the story of a young female werewolf making her way thro

“The baby isn’t Jimmy’s. He and I actually have never been, you know.” I couldn’t help but stare at her. “Then who. . .” “Buffy,” she sighed and a tear rolled down her cheek. “It was on our first night in Mexico.” “Shit,” I swore, and Deb smacked my arm. I’d forgotten I was still working. “That’s why the two of you were off the rest of the trip.” Elli bit her lip and nodded. “Are you going to tell Jimmy?” “I can’t,” I told her.

She also had figured out that I knew what Fabiola had called her on Friday and wasn't happy I hadn't informed her of this - even though she would have had to then kill me for knowing. "Buffy," I explained in English, "I told them I plan to sleep with you first." Buffy stood taller and pushed her chest out farther at that new - almost preening. "You will be sleeping with me first," Hayden declared in English. "Can we make it a three-way? Buffy scares me," I stated. "I should scare you more," Hayden countered. "Well, you'll need to beat Buffy's story about wresting a live jaguar to the ground and pulling all its teeth out," I fabricated. "I'm sure you have one only I haven't heard it yet." In