Eric Northman True Blood Novels & Stories

, Serena keeps blowing on the injury but it pains a lot more than before seeing Erin twitching her eyes. "It's okay, aunt!", returning a smile she said. If Serena keeps applying her method to chase the pain away, it will be difficult for Erin to move for some moment now that her aunt is holding her neck. It kinda reminds her of Edward forcing him on her. Moreover, Serena is also a vampire. Although she is good at drinking animal blood, a vampire can not be trusted. Erin knows it really well by now. "But you are hurt, miss! Let me bring some hot water." Erin holds Polin back by grabbing her old and weak hands as she was about to get up and makes her sit beside her.

I asked if he could help me retrieve my lost memories, but he said he tried and wasn’t able to. “When are we getting married?” I asked Eric. “Soon, baby. I’m thinking in a couple of weeks.” He told me with a smile. I smiled back, thankful I had him here. We went to the common area to get some blood from the sacrifices. I found a muscular man who looked tasty and went to him. I straddled him and started sucking hard from his neck. I felt him become hard underneath me and he grabbed me ass and squeezed. Before I could remove his hands, he was snatched away from me. I watched as Eric snapped his neck and dropped him to the ground.

I found that he has been shot with wolves-bane on the stomach and the right side of his chest. "Eric," I say, shaking him as I started to hear his breathing fade. I tilt his face up to look at him. However, his eyes tell another story that made me look at him in puzzle. Eric looks at me with remorse and all those emotions I've never seen on his face before were now expressed through his eyes.

but i don't want to see those files, not now. i threw my body on my office sofa and leaned my head back, "eric, i need blood." my breath started panting without realizing it. usually this effect only appears after one week, not five days. "you-" "please." i cut his m off before he reminded me about my 'diet'. eric is the butler of the alice family who hails from russia, but was once a human. after i changed him, he worked for me. in my life i've only changed 2 people, and i've never regretted changing eric. i gave him full trust, in return he never let me down though. in this world maybe only eric can kill me, apart from greg and alice of course.

Wasn't Eric losing his life slowly in the Blue Blood Pack? In the past, he used to be a beta of another pack, but now he was one of my pack members. I had so many ways to kill him. If that man dared to look at Natalia once again, I would rip his soul out of his body. Natalia's words kept running through my mind. At that moment, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in." My secretary came into the cabin and bowed his head. "Alpha." "Where is he?"

But then he crouched down, pulled a folding knife from his pocket, and sliced Nolan’s palm open. “Sorry, man,” he said quietly. “But I really hate this hand.” Nolan’s screams filled the alley as blood poured from the cuts. Nathan stayed calm, watching him bleed before pressing his boot hard against Nolan’s stomach until the man’s voice cracked into nothing. Nathan’s men appeared from the shadows, lifting Eric’s body and carrying it away without a word, just like they’d done with Adrian.

Panic would only excite them. Eric leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching with a smug smirk. His once warm brown eyes were devoid of emotion, as if he were looking at an object rather than his supposed fiancée. My chest ached, not just from my injuries, but from the realization that the man I thought would protect me was no different from the rest of them. I trained nigut and day thinking that the enemy was Declan, when it was infact them. All those mornings I would wake up with body pain and no memory of the previous night, it suddenly made sense now.

[EIRA] She carefully wiped the blood that had trickled down to the sides of his face. The piece of wood had penetrated deep inside Nate's head, knocking him unconscious. She never thought that a spell like the once she had performed could have such harsh consequence. If the wood had pierce his heart instead...

“You’re free to go, son,” “M-Master…” “He’s not going anywhere.” Anderson hesitated before leaving the old man’s office. The older man turned to face Erin. “You entered my territory mistakenly, Eric Knight,” the old man smirked as he took his cane and hit Erin on the back. “F-ck!” Erin screamed, glaring at the old man. “You even changed your name,” Erin stated. He was angered and couldn’t bear the pain in his body. “You are their master, and you cause everything; why have you returned? To bring us all down?”

Not the empty black of the Syndicate, but rich red—like Sienna's. The figure stepped forward just enough for me to see his face. My blood turned to ice. "Erik?" I whispered. But it couldn't be. Erik Storm was dead. Wasn't he?