Eric Northman True Blood Novels & Stories

For the past two hours, he had massacred 25 vampires on his rampage and the remaining he had seen had fled into the bushes. ‘If only I can get my hands on the one creating these demons, these will be a lot easier.’ He thought as he parted the bushes with one hand, The other holding tightly to his gun. A strange sight aroused his curiosity as he saw a fallen figure from afar. He quickly rushed to the figure and saw that it was a deadman. Examining his body, Eric discovered that it hadn’t been long he was killed as his body hadn’t turned pale. His eyes were still open and there was blood seeping out from his neck. ‘May his soul rest in peace.’ Eric sighed as he closed the eyes of the man.

“I thought we could try The Vampire Diaries. It was a series. We could binge watch it.” “Ohh, what about Tru Blood instead? That character, Eric Northman, reminds me a lot of Vasile Northway. They even have similar names.” I snort but begin searching for the series. “Now that you’ve met a vampire, you can tell me how similar they are,” I tell her.

However, I don't want to look at those files, not right now. I slump onto the sofa in my office, resting my head back. "Eric, I need blood." My breath starts to wheeze, unintentionally. Typically, this effect surfaces after a week, not five days. "You said—" "Please," I cut him off before he reminds me of my 'diet.' Eric is Alice's former butler from Russia, but he was once human. After I turned him, he started working for me. In my entire existence, I've only turned two humans, and I've never regretted turning Eric. I granted him full trust, and in return, he never disappointed me. In this world, perhaps only Eric, Greg, and Alice could kill me.

Eric hesitated for a second as Dante leaped and landed on the back of the truck, his hand reached for Eric's throat. Morgan saw it on the rearview mirror and turned the wheel hard to the left, to shake him loose but Dante was too quick. He pulled Eric out of the window of the truck with one swing and with a loud scream, Eric was thrown out of the truck. His body crashed against a mahogany tree, breaking his bones as a group of rogues surrounded him. His scream and pleas were drowned in growls and snarls as the rogues feasted on his blood. Eric was gone.

She asked him, voice quaking with sadness. Eric chuckled again before he placed his hands behind him. His hands came to the front with another loaded gun and he cocked it before he pointed it at Triniti. “Then, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Eric told her with a regular ass tone. Eric was somebody who just did not give a damn. He stared at Triniti with a blank expression and I knew he was serious. I could tell he was upset about his daughter mating with my brother, but it happened. There was nothing he could do about that.

Eirika recalled the few times she had a spat with the passive-aggressive bitch and suppressed the urge to make a sign of the old ways of warding off evil. "Apparently, Mr. Marnet was caught making out with her in the supply closet after school hours yesterday!" "No way! Mr. Marnet? The same Mr. Marnet who always lectures us about professionalism and appropriate behavior? That Mr. Marnet?!" Eirika said in evident disbelief. "The one and only. Can you believe it? I mean, he's not exactly a spring chicken, but he's still got it, I guess." “You guys are forgetting he is from a fraction of powerful Lycans … which means he controls a certain amount of power and he is Chris Evans hot,” Nina supplie

"Rose, are you okay? It's me, your dad!" Dad! My heart seized, and tears instantly blurred my vision. He really had come to save me! "You dared lay a hand on my daughter and grandchild? You've got a death wish!" A chilling glint flashed in my father, Dane Thorne's eyes. With just one look, a white wolf stepped forward and clamped his claws around the Healer's throat, squeezing so hard that his face turned purple. In the chaos, a she-wolf rushed to my side, unable to hide the fear and panic in her movements. Her hands shook as she unbuckled the straps binding me to the table. Every touch was gentle yet frantic.

That gentle heart that I wanted to wound until it was as bitter and jaded as my own. Turning back, intending to check on Erik, a woman’s bloodcurdling scream cut through the silence from behind. My Lycan speed propelled me, a blur against the falling snow, to a group of omega servants huddled around the woodpile. “My king…” They moved aside to show me the reason for their distress. A young man, half-clothed, his broken neck a stark, gruesome detail. Saul was inside and Erina alone!

He yanked me out of the pool in one swift move, set me dripping on the concrete deck and kicked his gun out of reach. “There. I hear that you are the perfect submissive. Perhaps you’d like to show me now. Be submissive, and I will not hurt you . . . much.” He laughed and moved to retrieve the semi-automatic weapon. Natasha leveled it at me. Wet red blood soaked the top of Natasha’s Italian leather shoes. “Who?” I prayed Richard hadn’t returned home. “The guy at the end of the driveway. The man on the patio. The Black man in the Foyer.” I gasped. “Erik?”

Gray replied, taking a deep breath. Lucian chuckled. “It seems like we'll be making our move on Deva first; as much as dealing with Ryder is necessary, we can't forget who showed us his card.” “Deva” Damon spoke and sighed. “Did he try doing anything or deny it at all?” Lucian asked with his eyes wide open. “I killed one of his men and shot the other down. Erick was already with a gun pointing at me before I could get close to him. They already knew I was coming. Ryder didn't deny it.” Gray replied with a sharp tone.