Eric Northman Vampire Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what you are talking about…” “Wrong answer,” I growled, punching him again and again until his face was covered in his own blood. I knew this wasn’t good enough, he was going to heal in due time. But it was very satisfying punching him and nobody stopped me. “If I were you, I’d stop playing stupid,” Bernard said, folding his arms across his chest. “What kind of Eldest allows this type of violence on his vampire?” Ryan asked, spitting blood out of his mouth. “You turned your back on me and our goddess,” Bernard stated, curling his lip up in disgust. “I can’t tap into you like I can the others. Which means you somehow figured out how to go rogue.”

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Eric has been injected with wolfsbane, suppressing all of his powers. “So…this should be interesting, should I bring your mother in and torture you in front of her?” Ronan asked, his legs crossed as he glanced back and forth between the both of them. Eric scoffed out, looking up at Ronan. His eyes were red from the immense torture of the wolfsbane, saliva dripping from his mouth and beads of sweat around his whole body. “Are you in pain?” Ronan asked with squinted eyes, deep lines on his forehead from the disgust he felt from staring at Eric.

No more fear, it was as if I was expecting him. “Who are you?” I questioned sitting upright on my bed. “I'm Lucian D'Arcanis, a vampire prince, cursed into slumber till you rescue me.” His voice is calm. “I never rescued you on purpose, it was by mistake. So why not go back into your slumber and leave me alone.” “Hahahaha! You think I would go back to my slumber? Never! My enemies shall all pay with their lives thanks to you.” “I'm I an enemy?”

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

The Vampire shrugged his thin shoulders and glided into the room. "Howling Warriors had two visitors of note today, one vampire hybrid and an elemental wolf." 'Aah my son has arrived,' Santos thought gleefully, knowing that the Elemental would be Mikhail, so he asked instead, "Does the hybrid have a name or position scout?" Pinning the vampire with his stern countenance. "I'm afraid so sir, it's Morgana Mannering, one of the vampire assassins, more commonly known as The seductress."

This vampire had her hostage. The man shuffled his foot. “This is the part where you introduce yourself as well.” His Romanian accent excites her to her core, but she quickly shakes her head. “I’m nobody.” She replied and he gave her a smirked look. “You aren’t though.” He eyed her softly before locking gaze with each other. For a moment, both of their hearts picked up in pace but the man quickly stepped back and averted his attention. “You’re some kind of demon.” He hissed.

The man was silent, pondering over the information given to him. Rogues were a rare case. They were always said to be rebellious, and in some cases, dangerous. Apparently, I was a great exception, but he didn't need to know that. Usually that fact was what made vampires that had any interest in my change their mind. "Blood type?" he questioned. My eyes went wide again. He's still interested? My nerves knotted tighter in my stomach. "B-negative." A rarity among blood, so I'd been told. "And, lucky for her, she's never been bitten." he finished, crossing his arms.

But with the mysterious opponents before them, this was simply not something that Lord Vorkhen sees that it can be as he wanted. “I understood My Lord!!..{Air Cutter}!!…My Lord!, please leave…you need to survived!!…I will hold him here!!..”. (Eric) Eric saw the conditions of the Vampire Legion leader, his poor states. Whatever it takes, the leaders must survived, Eric was a bonafide High Wizard and would certainly not allowed himself to be take lightly. The enemy before him hold a weapon that was beyond his comprehensions, so hi keep his alert high. “Even if he left..it won’t make any difference to you Wizard…I come here for you..…Be careful where you throws that spells of y

“Please, I’ll give you anything you fucking want.” Eric’s expression didn’t change. It remained cold and detached, barely fucking blinking. It was as if I were talking to a rock. How could he truly be her mate and be this nonchalant? Vampires truly were cold-hearted assholes. Suddenly, with an almost bored slowness, Eric peeled my hands off his jacket lapels. “She’s been dead too long,” he said flatly. “There’s nothing I can do.” No. No.