Eric True Blood Season 1 Novels & Stories

Eric's POV The drive back was torture. I had my hands on the steering wheel, my eyes were on the road, but my mind wasn’t here. All I could see was the wide pool of dark dried blood. The rogues, mangled and torn. Her scent. It played over and over again like a cursed video that I couldn’t shut off. I gripped the wheel tighter until my knuckles went white. Iris. Had she crawled away to safety? Or was she truly gone?

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

she exasperated. I scoffed, “Gee, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've wanted to help the entire time,” I rolled my eyes and stretched out my hands to her, but something occurred to me as she took a hold of it. “Wait, you don't even know why I'm here in the first place, how…” I yelped as I felt a sharp prick in my arm and looked at her in shock as she drained my blood in the vial bottle she had set down.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

A reasonable definition of truth is to unfold secret's. But what lies are there to be told? “An 18 -year -old girl has been missing since last month and now the police have found her body. Sadly, they found her dead. They could not explain the reason for her case and are still in the process of investigation. What was surprising was that there was not even a trace of the stabbing nor shooting on the girl's body that could have caused her death. Instead, they found traces of a bite on the side of her neck. It's sounded like there are really a vampire and people believe that it might be true—” I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV.

I drop down from the tree's to rejoin my men on the ground, "Don't trust your eyes." I order, adding "The fog is too thick, focus on your other sense's" I can hear them moving better than I can smell them, I close my eyes and focus on my hearing. Letting my ears guide me, I use my nose to eliminate noise's as friends when I recognize their scent. I kill one vampire after the other, trying to work my way to the King, I want his head, again. I don't understand how they could have come back to life when we burned his body... he is still wearing a pure white suit.

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.

My eyes widened when I recognized that vampire. "Xenon," I whispered. He stopped and quickly glanced at me. The edge of his lips rose and continued walking. Sh*t! I don't know why my cheeks are hot. I was brought back from my trance when the Headmistress spoke. "Kindly introduce yourselves," she said with a smile. The students still didn't make a sound but I could see the excitement and admiration on their faces. "Hi, I am Brian Dela Cerna, a Salvi, and the water user," Brian first introduced himself while smiling widely.

"Are you a Badblood too, huh? What can you do?" Serra almost caught out of breath. She was kicking and clawing the Badblood. Her head seemed to blow up. Renaaaaaaaaa Then suddenly, Rena appeared behind the Badblood and slit his throat. Blood sprayed to Serra's face and they both fell down to the ground. Serra was coughing and gasping for air while the Badblood was gagging and holding her bleeding neck. Blood continuously poured out between his fingers until his last breath. Rena quickly came beside Serra and helped her to her feet.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot