Eric Northman Vampire Novels & Stories

Erin whispered while hugging me from behind, I who was so worried about her was still trembling. "Are you ok?" "Need blood." She bit my neck without my consent. I looked again at the person lying on the ground. His name is Maretus with the title of hero, I was panicking whether he died or not. "Still alive," said Erin who was still sucking my blood. Suddenly there was a burst of energy from the direction of the spirit that had just been summoned earlier. Erin immediately let go of her suction and the wolves opened a path as we walked towards the burst of energy.

she whispered, and her eyes fixated on Ricky. Ooh, I smell romance. Pfft. Ricky seemed embarrassed being stared at like that, as though the woman were undressing him through her eyes. "Hey, handsome!" the woman licked her lips seductively. She was about to step forward when another presence graced us. A tall handsome man with a pale face, sharp fangs, and red eyes greeted us. A vampire! "Oh, shxt! What do you want from me, Lexus Bloomington!" the woman in red let out in annoyance.

“You killed Vladimir. It's not alright to spark attention from the underworld, Lucian. I thought we promised to remain in disguise. You know using your powers to kill them will keep triggering the curse more, and the moon goddess to—” CLASH!!! With one sweep, Lucian crashed his plate to the floor. “I don't want to hear her fucking name, Eric,” Lucian exhaled, still on edge. “I've been too quiet, perhaps too soft and distracted. They came for me first. They crossed the line many times because I'm temporarily out of my seat. Vladimir was a werewolf misusing his strength; I brought him down and his clan, knowing very well I'm going to attract others…” “…Let them come, Eric. I evoke the dead fea

he commanded, his voice carrying an air of supremacy. Vic, known for his prowess in turning humans into vampires, was the first to speak. "My lord, in Northville, I have successfully turned nearly 200 individuals into our kind. The streets run with the blood of the newly turned, ready to serve our cause," Vic announced with a sly grin.

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.” “Fuck,” Edric swears and throws his shirt at me while he pulls on a pair of boxers. “Get ready,” he says through our mind-link, before opening the door. The vampire strolls in, tall and fierce, a sarcastic smile on his face. He looks just like I thought a vampire would look. Long dark blonde hair, porcelain skin, black coat, walking stick, sharp fingernails, and all. Well, I guess the movies have to get some things right, don’t they?

“ Not easily. I helped him gather support from our Vampire friends. We were able to get almost 80% of the Vampires in the world to back him. We have been great friends since then.” In that instant, I felt a subtle change in the environment. I could taste the presence of great power. “ He is here,” Eric said as he went to open the door. “ Ah! My dear friend, Eric. What was so important that you had to call me so urgently? I had to fly all the way from Rivera to here.” His gruff voice echoed in the hall as he hugged Eric. My eyes widened. He had come all the way from Rivera. That was practically on the other side of the world. Just how old and powerful was he?

"Wolf!" The vampires came at her, but Jonathan appeared as if stepping from mist before Allena, sweeping his hand and throwing them back into a wall. The picture that had hung there along with the side table both split open at the impact and whatever glass decorations that had sat upon the table shattered as well. Another man that Allena had failed to notice sped towards the vampire's side, his face worried. Allena brow furrowed as she recognized the other man-but it couldn't be him . . .

I tensed when I he looked at me. "Oh, your hunter friend's awake? She staying for breakfast?" the vamp asked Anthony. He was tall, about 6'5" with short dirty blond hair and grey eyes. He looked a lot like Anthony with the same facial structure, square jaw, almond shaped eyes, and tanned skin tone. "She's not my friend as I'm pretty sure she'd be happy to tell you," Anthony told the vamp, "and I think she was actually just about to leave." To me Anthony said, "This is my brother Eric. Eric this is Evelyn," he introduced.

I held her shoulders tighter, trying to snap her from whatever terror held her captive. “Nyra, breathe! Breathe!!” I repeated, shaking her back to her sanity. But her eyes widened and then she shook her head. “There is no running from Eryndor!” My entire system froze at the mention of that name— Eryndor. He was the leader of the vampires. A dark twisted lord that called himself unstoppable. “He knows, Cassian,” Nyra went on, holding my shirt like she could literally feel Eryndor’s presence in the room at that moment and my shirt could save her.