Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I just wanted to see you. I looked for you after school, but I think I missed you.” ‘Yeah, because you were too busy chatting up the cheerleader,’ I thought, but shoved the emotion to the side and instead focused on the fact that Shaun looked for me. I offered him a small smile. “Yeah, I wanted to see you, too.” His smile brightened, but only for a moment before he furrowed his brow. “So… uhm, about that vampire…” “I didn’t go.”

For the first time in my life, I was paralyzed, I was seeing the girl I fell in love with for the first time, inside the woman I swore to protect her at any cost, where is she, where is she? where? —What's wrong honey? You don't seem happy to see me. —What did you do to Serena? —I spat in annoyance She walks away from the same stupid guy she was cheating on me with for so long, her eyes started to change leaving me frozen as it looked like she was a vampire and she's not.

“And I will suck your blood until not a single drop is left of your body.” Vincent grinned, showing his knife-sharp fangs. Then he opened his mouth and hissed, about to sink his fangs into her hand. No, no, no. This is not the image of a vampire that has been in Vero’s mind. Looks like she should read fewer romantic novels about teenage vampires and start reading Dracula. The side of Vincent’s face was exposed by Vero’s eyes, and with her free hand, she punched his face as hard as she could, hoping to paralyze him for a moment and steal the opportunity to escape. But all she got was pain and the sound of bones cracking.

Transformed in my wolf form, I attacked the bear and bashed it so hard tearing it apart at a go. Then when I was done, I turn to face the girl and to my damn surprise, it was her—My slave girl. Blood rushed through my veins and all I could see then was red. It took all in me to contain my anger as she trembles in fear, yeah I had wanted to devour her but that will be too easy for her.

My dreams that night were sweat-filled nightmares filled with wolves and the bastard vampire that attacked me. He repeatedly shoved me against the wall and taunted me. He laughed more the more I bled. The wolves circled, growled, and attacked at random. Derek loomed over me, earnestly telling me things that screamed at me. I had died. I used to be a werewolf. I used to be a vampire. I'd never be able to return. All of my friends and family are no longer with me. Throughout it all, I was engulfed in a vortex of agony that enveloped me.

The thought of it consumed her. Not to mention, of course, her journal. How could she ignore that, too? After she’d returned from the hospital, the first thing she did was re-read it. She had to know that this was real, that she wasn’t crazy. The more she read it, the more she felt certain. Here she was, holding something real. Holding something that even a scholar like Aiden couldn’t explain away. And of course, it was Aiden, a scholar, an authority figure, who had insisted that this was all true. That Scarlet would turn into a vampire.

I saw a store that had an open verandah and snuck into it. By morning, the news of my suicide would have spread the entire quarter and even Asher would hear. I imagined what the headline would be like? Scarlett, a werewolf servant girl drowned herself in the stream out of frustration OR even better, Scarlett, the werewolf girl that seduced the Alpha has taken her slutty life or maybe an even more fancier headline. How would Asher feel? Would he be sad or would he be relieved of an obstacle that was smart enough to remove herself from his path.

“I’m sorry. It was all my fault.” He grabbed me by my jaw and flung me onto the bed. Looking at his face that was twisted with lust, I couldn’t help but reach for his eyes. He snapped my right hand without hesitation. “Disgusting vampire. Don’t you dare touch me.” Just as he reached his climax, a four-inch needle was thrust into my spine. “I heard a vampire's spinal fluid prolongs human life,” he said. The pain nearly tore me apart. “Liam can’t handle the wheels of flame,” I gasped.

But before I could think of a way to break the silence, I felt it: the sting of his fangs breaking skin. A sharp gasp tore from my throat. The pain shot up my arm, fierce and sudden — but it didn’t last. Within seconds, something strange replaced it. The same burn softened into a spreading warmth that moved through my chest, my limbs, even the edges of my mind. It wasn’t pleasure, not exactly, but it quieted everything — the fear, the confusion, the exhaustion. I couldn’t think clearly; I could only feel the steady pull of him feeding, the sound of his breathing against my ear, the weight of the bond threading between us.

SERAPHINA I slid a blood-slicked glass across the counter, pretending the loud music of The Velvet Fang didn’t still rattle my nerves. Two years in, and it’s still draining my sanity. The vampire grinned, fangs protruding and poking out of his lower lip. “You sure you’re not on the menu tonight, my love? I can pay whatever price just to taste you.” I grinned sarcastically and leaned a bit. His eyes immediately dropped down to my chest, peeking a bit from a top I only wore to net bigger tips, then back to my neck. His eyes glimmered red for a second, but they quickly went back to normal.