Eric Northman Vampire Novels & Stories

Erin’s POV “You’re a vampire,” I said, staring at the man before me. It wasn’t a question, but he answered it anyways. “It looks that way,” he sneered, taking a step toward me. “And you must be Erin; the pesty werewolf who can’t seem to let things go.” “How do you know who I am?” I asked, furrowing my brows together. “Oh, trust me… we’ve all heard who you are,” he laughed. “You are all the organization talks about.”

He wrapped his arm around her, shielding her body as more wolves lunged. “You’re bleeding—” Lyra gasped. “I told you,” Eric growled, shoving one attacker back with brutal force. “I won’t leave. Not now. Not ever.” His wolf surged then, breaking free. His transformation was not grand, not gilded with divine flame like Arden’s, but it was raw, powerful, terrifying in its simplicity. Phantom Pack wolves were not raised for beauty. They were raised for survival. Eric’s wolf was ash-gray, scarred, eyes burning not with gold but with a deep, storm-dark amber. He struck like a shadow come alive, tearing through chains, ripping into flesh.

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

he proudly, adjusting his necktie before me. "S-Sir Eros?" That's Ethan. However, instead of directing his attention towards his employees, Eros confronted the leader of the vampires. "Long time no see, Brock." My eyes widened as he mentioned the name of the vampire leader. I noticed the clenching of the vampire's jaw. "Eros..." he groaned. "You disappeared for a hundred years along with your race. Are you ready to defeat my race this time? Why? Are your forces strong enough?" If earlier the vampire was shocked by what he saw in me, now he laughed out loud. "Yeah, you're right!" he laughed again and raised both arms as if he had achieved victory. "Our forces are strong against you and apart

The Wolfman must have drained out his entire blood. In situations like this, it is only a Vampire's blood that can bring him back to his normal self. The usual animal blood which they drink wouldn't be effective enough. He narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, standing unmoved. There was this scent that filled his nose and it was very akin to a vampire.. he was perceiving the presence of a Vampire but yet he wasn't seeing anyone. He then decided to confirm his senses but as soon as he turned around, a hand brushed against his nose and before he could blink his eye lashes one more second, a superman's punch landed on his forehead. He fell down to the floor, groaning in pain.

He knows what my mood calls for. The car waits outside. Black. Idling. The city slides past in blurred streaks of light. Time stretches. My body feels keyed too high, instincts scraping against restraint. We head for Club Nocturne. Owned by Eric Olderman. Lady Carrow's cousin. When we get there, Eric appears almost immediately, materializing from the crowd like mist. Tall, lean, with the sharp features of his mixed heritage, vampire speed tempered by human warmth. He bows slightly, modern etiquette blending with old respect. "Your Majesty," he greets, voice smooth over the music. "An honor, as always. The booth is prepared. Anything else? A vintage from the reserves?"

Eric smiled as he went closer to them, Jaden giving him way. Jaden didn’t stop him. He didn’t speak. He simply stood in the shadows as Eric unleashed his wolf, no one had ever seen him like this. He didn’t shift fully. Just enough for his claws to sharpen, for his jaw to lengthen. The screams came fast. Bones cracked accompanied by flesh tearing. But the man didn’t talk, He just laughed between screams. Until finally, his body gave out. His neck snapped and his ribs collapsed inward. Eric stepped back, breathing heavily, blood soaking his arms and dripping to the floor. It splattered across his face like war paint.

His face changed immediately to one of anger, he looked as if he had seen a long term enemy. "Welcome to my pack vampire Blade." Vincent said, staring at Blade, Blade stared at him in surprise, he was not expecting to see this man whom he has cut off his arm since the last previous years in the last war caused by Lucas and his pack. Bella stared at the previous alpha, the werewolf was getting older and weaker. She wondered why no one had recognized her, perhaps it was because she was no longer an ordinary werewolf, but a werewolf and vampire, perhaps her vampire scent must have masked her true scent.

Still, she weighed her thoughts as she stood there concernedly. As the werewolf fully transformed into his human form, Erin was sure that he was dead. She looked at his eyes that she'd covered while in his wolf form, but they were wide open now, which made Erin aware that whoever this man had seen was definitely a dangerous creature. She quickly peered around her with heightened vampire senses. At least within thirty kilometres from here, there was no one else but her and the dead man. Necromancer. What the hell was that. Was it a witch using dark magic. Whatever the hell that was, she knew it was dangerous and could pose a risk to herself.