Diary Of A Vampire Novels & Stories

She had to choose one at that time. The day had passed and now Daisy was sitting by the side window of her room taking a deep breath. That room was the room of the slaves. She was also sitting there with the others. Although almost everyone in the room was asleep, Daisy could not sleep. What happened last night was still as fresh as a new wound in her mind. That is why she could not sleep after remembering the same thing. Apart from being a werewolf, what a vampire had done to her was also troubling Daisy a lot. Was the union of a vampire and a werewolf really sure? Would not it be worse? Will the society not stand against them? Apart from all this, there were many other questions which were

I add. She smiles up at me, “I love you too Troy and I don’t want to leave you either but duty calls.” I sigh, “Can we at least stop fighting and go back to bed.” She laughs, “Troy that wasn’t a fight, I was just giving you space to think and I also did a little digging about Zane’s uh problem.” She takes my hand and leads me to a seat. I frown wondering what exactly she means by digging. “Harper and I went to the library yesterday and found a book on Vladimir, it tells the story of how he became a Vampire annnnd about his four loyal soldiers.” She looks at me to make sure I’m following.

On the other hand, my curiosity and the need to take my mind off of Sariel, Draven, and all the other issues overcame the potential threat. I grabbed a tissue and used it to open the book as if expecting the pages to be poisoned. I turned the first page and it turned out to be some old diary. I ran through a few entries. The handwriting I found on those pages was sophisticated and beautiful, while the entries themselves looked like historical notes. As I took a closer look, I saw the dates marked in the corners: they were all dated in the nineteenth century. As I read a couple more entries, I started to realize that the one who had written it was a noble… a vampire noble, a woman at that.

Danni was watching me carefully, taking in every change in my expressions, as she waited patiently for me to explain. But what was I supposed to tell her? “There was…someone else; another …guy who came out of nowhere. He…he was…” I fumbled with my words, because I simply didn’t know how to explain what I’d seen – not in a way that would make sense, and not leave me looking completely crazy. How do you tell your friend that you were saved by a vampire? Better yet, how do you make them believe you? Especially when you’re not sure ‘you’ even believe you?

He was pretty much all I had when it came to protection and comfort. I felt more tears begin to form in my eyes as I thought that over. I'm such a baby. I didn't even make it past the first night without missing him. "Oh," Doe replied while I wiped my eyes, "Well, At least I think I stopped you before you woke up the vampir-" Doe was cut off, with some sort of twisted timing, by a vampire kicking open the door to our room. I barely saw the light begin to flood in before I saw panic begin to flash in Does eyes.

Carden’s eyes fell on her. Dario masterfully ignored the hint of blood in the air that came from Ann as he has been a Vampire for over 2500 years. He was about to ask Jessica’s name, even though he already knew it when the classroom door opened. “Is this the Senior class?” a pretty teenage girl popped her head into the class, bright blue eyes, a pearly white smile, and a dashing mob of blond hair. Dario rolled his eyes. “Yes, Shysie, you guys are late,” he said, annoyed. Dario hoped that the group of Vampires that are in hiding with him would have kept a low profile and behave themselves until the air was cleared with the Higher Council.

Tears formed in her eyes yet she immediately pulled them back. At the point when she bumped into the door, her elbow crush in it, and scratches shaped formed from which a little blood was spilling out. Daniel shut his eyes and take a long breath, breathing in the smell of her blood. In his vampire speed, he turned towards her and picked her arm in his grasp. She was seeing him, befuddled when he licked her elbow.

what my life has been before I meet you, Marie? ○Diary of Marco Demyan - 9 years old○ I remeber waking up in the middle of the night on the hay I call me bed ; after hearing a loud scream outside my door. It's the same scream again that happens every time father come home. He rarely comes home because he works as a guard for the coven. He would guard the elders in Tzais Village where more vampires like me would stay. I am a vampire for both my father and mother are vampire but for now, I am not. I am still eight years old so I am not strong enough to go out my room and help my mother.

Victoria slid in beside her—careful, giving space, but close enough that Raven could feel the faint chill radiating from her skin. For a long time neither moved. Then Victoria reached out—slowly—and laced her small fingers through Raven’s. Cool palm against warm. Raven tensed, breath catching. Victoria wrote on the open diary page she’d left on the bedside table: *I won’t bite.* *Promise.* Raven read it. Exhaled. Slowly, she turned onto her side, facing Victoria. The vampire princess mirrored her—ruby eyes soft in the dim light. Raven wrote one last line before setting the diary aside:

I grabbed the diary from the bed and hurried toward the door, but it flew open before I could reach it. Linda stood on the other side with her chest rising rapidly, her face so pale that every terrible possibility rushed through my mind at once. She gripped the doorframe and looked directly at me. “Elara, something happened.” She screeched. “What?” I tightened my hold around the diary as another shout echoed from downstairs. “What happened?” “Vampires.” Linda swallowed hard before glancing behind her toward the staircase. “They breached the eastern side.” Every muscle in my body tightened. For a second, all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding inside my ears.