Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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I don’t know what she’s talking about, and I don’t think I want to. I almost lose it when Jules walks in. Unlike the other girls who are in sexy little dresses, she’s wearing a black sweater, red leather pants, a Sunnydale High School letterman jacket, and is carrying around a wooden stick. I hate to admit it, but I love Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It’s one of my favorite shows. And to have my very own Buffy is a teenage fantasy. Damn, this girl is driving me nuts. Throughout the night, I watch as she talks to her friends and dances. However, I can tell that there’s something wrong. She seems withdrawn and disconnected as she prances around the room. It’s late into the night when I see her stu

Why would she suddenly remember a sister who supposedly meant nothing? Though doubt lingered in my heart, she was now the prince's publicly acknowledged fiancée. I had no authority to refuse. The moment I reached her chamber, I saw Alexus stride out with his robe open, a satisfied smile on his face. I lowered my head at once. He did not spare me a single glance. His scent was unmistakable—blood and roses, that lingering fragrance a vampire exudes after intimacy. I knew immediately that my sister had already slept with him.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

She wanted to take pictures of every little thing and send them to her mom. Silas, who had already taken their stuff to the master bedroom without her notice, leaned against the wall and watched her, a fond smile on his face. He didn't mind spending his entire life watching her like this. But then again, his life was much, much too long for that. It was a painful reminder of the difference between their lives. Maybe one day, he would dream of convincing her to take a bite for him. He still knew she wasn't entirely comfortable with other vampires; it had taken a long time before she warmed up to him. How would she react to the thought of being the same thing that scared her?

I uttered as I tried to stand up, but the pain in my leg didn't help. "Shh! Don't try it. I know who can heal that since I cannot do that because I might consume all of your blood if we stay here longer together." She said jokingly as she scratched her head. I chuckled, and she did too. Right now, she's very different from earlier. She was like, you are facing your death, and now, she's smiling and feels very concerned about me. "Let me ask you, Blair. Can you turn someone into a vampire if you bite them and they don't die?" I asked her curiously since a werewolf can make a human one of them if they are bit and didn't die. I don't know if it works for vampires.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

I’d spotted it weeks ago near Topanga and bought it on impulse because it reminded me of him. Tomorrow was our engagement party, the official merging of Woodhills and Stormbane packs under one united front. But tonight could just be ours. “He’s going to lose it,” I murmured, resting my forehead briefly against the steering wheel. Tyler cried at everything. Military reunion videos. Emotional movie scenes. One time he watched wedding vows on YouTube and had to pretend he had allergies afterward. God, I loved that about him. The way his tough Alpha image cracked over little things that mattered.

"I'm going to the study." Her tears fell again. "Are you tired of me now?" I stopped. I wanted to deny it. But the words wouldn't come out right away. The color drained completely from Clara's face. I offered no further explanation. That night, I drank a great deal in the study. Vampire wine was strong. And still I felt it wasn't enough. The wound on my arm had stopped hurting. What truly hurt was my chest. I didn't understand why I was like this.

“You…” * * * * * * * * * * While at Dark Shadow Pack. Alex got Riya all settled down. He lowered his head to put the blanket over her before turning his head around. Looking at Riya lying there, her breathing pace was steady, and color returned to her cheeks. He had no idea when she would wake up. Losing blood for vampires will drain their strength, and they need a long sleep to recover their power. Since Riya had not lost much blood, she would get up early, right?