Eric Northman Vampire Novels & Stories

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

It was convenient that I couldn’t feel the icy chill as I reached in and pulled out a pouch of blood. I sunk into a chair, head tipped back as I drained the contents of the blood bag in under a second. I was hungrier than I’d thought. I sat there, eyes closed, just letting myself relax as that edge of bloodlust was satiated. It wasn’t enough. It would never be. But it was good enough to keep me in check. These pouches were the only thing stopping me from pulling Lena close and sinking my fangs into her neck. When I opened my eyes, I found I was not alone.

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.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

He ordered with a smirk. The silver haired vampire, Carl, did exactly that and handed the tool over to his leader, stepping back and leaning against the wall, waiting patiently for the show to begin. Demitri gripped the iron poker tightly and dragged it along the middle of Mason's t-shirt, ripping it open and exposing his bare chest.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

"As did she, the moment she walked into it." "She's going to get us killed." "She activated the den last night." Damian let that land. "Vance's wolves broke off at four in the morning. Whatever power he was drawing from this territory, whatever foothold he had, it's gone. Because of her." Something moved through Eric's face. The anger held, but underneath it now was something else, the particular expression of a man who has made a catastrophic miscalculation and is only just beginning to understand the full dimensions of it.

“She’s ours. What can he do? Once we have her at the river house, he won’t find her. So, what does it matter? Our mate.” “The Concordia aren’t a group to f-k with,” Heath said slowly. “And I looked up this vampire in the library. There’s not much about his except that he’s… He’s a big deal amongst the Concordia. He’s been coming and going from Havermouth for centuries, tied to the nest in the hills and Zeus somehow. He has a reputation…” “A reputation?” Rhett lifted an eyebrow. “Some f-ked up shit. Apparently, there was someone in Trayrock that pissed him off, and he stripped him of his skin and then tossed him, dying, into the main street. And that was just most recently. Before that, there