Camille Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

He didn't know why he got affected that much when he used to ignore how she was with Blake but he guessed that it was because he knew that Blake would never have an interest in her. "I don't care, Pocco, who even told you to get hurt and please stop acting like my boyfriend cause you're not and you will never be!" she screamed and turned her back against him and went straight to the room. **** "So, how did they find out that you are visiting me?" Evangeline asked and he sighed. "I and Zanea were talking and we didn't know that your father was near us, listening and he heard all of our conversation about you and even your feelings towards that vampire!"

“Are you okay? Did you break your bones? Let me take you to the hospital!” He lifted Sylvia in his arms without sparing a glance at Camille as he rushed away. Camille had been knocked to the ground by Jameson. Her right arm had slammed hard against the unyielding steps. A deep gash split open, so deep the bone was visible, and blood instantly poured out, staining the ground. She inhaled sharply, shivering in pain. Camille struggled to get up. She clenched her teeth as she walked toward the entrance of the cemetery. Jameson’s car was already gone.

“Where is Camila, my childhood friend, the woman who should be here to welcome me—and not a stranger.” The silence that followed was so thick you could almost hear the beating of hearts. Maura froze. Her smile cracked in the middle. The boy, confused, looked from one to the other. Carlos subtly moved away from the woman beside him, his gaze turning to pure ice. For a moment, I thought he was going to scream. Instead, his voice came out low, sharp. “I see you... know my wife.” The word wife hit me like a blow. “Camila is in the hospital,” he added, looking away for a second. “She contracted wolf fever. She's being treated, but—”

I forced myself to get up, my newly scarred body protesting every movement. Damien's study was just next door. The safe in his desk had a familiar combination - the date we first met. "I'll never forget this day," he'd told me then, crimson eyes glowing with what I'd thought was love. "The day my blood first recognized her mate." But nothing inside belonged to our story. Instead, I found dozens of bottles of blood supplements for vampire pregnancies, still sealed, pressed against Vivienne's blood test results.

Camille shouted, shoving back from the table and getting to her feet. I would have never predicted what happened next, but even with the enhanced speed of vampirism, I couldn’t have prevented it. Vanessa dropped the bowl she had in her hands, leapt over the table, and was on top of Camille in seconds. Camille screeched and flailed, trying to fend off the attack. The only thing she managed to do before the two of them ended up on the floor was grab hold of Vanessa’s hair. Once Vanessa pinned Camille’s arms down, it only took two punches for her to knock Camille out completely.

And when the light faded—Camela was gone. Only Camilla stood in front of him, her face calm and her voice soft, but her words were harsh. “She doesn’t cry anymore, fox. That means she belongs to me.” Vincent staggered forward, his chest heaving with rage. His claws dripped with blood, and his eyes blazed gold. “Where is she?” he roared. Camilla stepped closer. She lifted her flaming hand, reaching up towards his face. “Do you truly want to find out?”

Brad Callaway At nine in the evening, the plane landed at Salem community airport. Salem was officially the place I was going to avenge my family. As the giant Boeing 707 rolled on the runway, I got out the only reminder of my family, a small picture of my mum and dad with their parents and in-laws. I had every reason to believe that the vampire who killed them was in Salem. The blood banks were being robbed and those in charge had no memory of what transpired, typical McCain, the last remaining of her bloodline. For years, I had hunted her down in the forest and woods where I thought she lived, but I kept running head fast to the same brick wall. I didn't know her. We hadn't met yet, all I

P. Marie Anne Lawrence. 1980 - 2020 Beloved wife, mother and sister. Seeing her mother's name etched on one of these gravestones was one of the worst fears that Harley had whilst growing and now that she was older, and it was a reality, it caused great pain rather than fear. She was just eighteen years old when her mother died. Two years ago, everything had been perfect. Their lives couldn't have been better… Until one night when her parents were out on a hunt and a vampire from a particularly powerful clan had attacked her mother while her father was already in a fight of his own. That night, when Zander had come home with his clothes bloodstained and his eyes red raw, she knew straight awa

I will think about going back home tomorrow. I get out of the kitchen and walk around the living room. I think Raul, Orpheus and Athan went with Damien to do the check up. Damien is a very determined leader. If these Vampires were werewolves, he would be an Alpha. Just like father wanted. He wanted me to have an Alpha mate. I got a Vampire Alpha instead and he is everything to me. I just love him the way he is; Vampire or not. I wouldn't like him any other way.

Camilla's POV I took a long shower, allowing the warm water to hit my whole body, soaking my sensitive part. I was afraid of touching myself down there. After I was done, I dried myself and walked to my closet. I wore a hoodie and bum shot before arranging my bed, my eyes landed on Max as I recall what happened. Diving into my bed, I got comfortable before searching for my phone. I found it under the bed and I saw a ton of missed calls from Mom. I called back but she wasn't picking so I kept it closer to know when she called again.