Gloria Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"I don't care why you're not with my son anymore. You killed him. And it would be best if you were in the same position as well. After that, your good-for-nothing mate will be next!" Swiftly, Gloria launched herself at me, her movements fluid and unnaturally swift. I dodged her initial strike, narrowly avoiding her outstretched claws. Our battle weaved through the ancient trees; each clash sending shockwaves through the surrounding forest. I fought with every ounce of strength, parrying Gloria's attacks and countering my own. But her power was formidable, and I soon found myself being overpowered. Her strikes were swift and relentless, fueled by a mother's grief twisted by vengeance.

Nothing was going to stop her today. "Of course, I'm the hell raiser remember" She said with a hint of her seductive edge that makes her who she is now. Cassandra reached for the door but it swung open itself. A female vampire in a beautiful light purple gown dashed by them using immortal speed. Cassandra didn't recognize her and proceeded to stroll in with Kellan close behind.

But, suddenly the woman's steps stopped and her body turned quickly towards hers. "Are you-a vampire too?" Anne smiled warmly as she nodded. "That's right, Madam. I am a vampire from the Cullen nation." "Oh my God... why is my life surrounded by vampires now..." Mrs. grumbled. Matthew continued her steps, then immediately entered Angel's room. "Oh my, Your Majesty!" screamed Anne when she saw Angel's miserable condition. Angel shifted her gaze towards the door, her eyes widened for a moment. "Anne... are you here?"

Slowly she took a step back, this was not where she was meant to be, a weak person like her, standing among strong blood sucking creature, powerful creatures of the night. "Hey you dear, you look beautiful, what are you doing standing there. Come let me be guest in this party." A young handsome vampire said, stretching his hand towards her. Bella looked around, she was searching for a man who possessed the most dark eyes and hair, she felt her eyes made contact with his, she felt her body froze and her heart skipped at what she saw. His eyes was darker than she had ever seen, his face was twisted as if he was in pain and slowly her eyes drifted down to the glass he held, a tiny gasp left her

“Not like that. He… he didn’t punish me the way you think. He was angry, yes… but after some days… he forgave me.” Zoe narrowed her eyes. “That doesn’t sound like Valerius. You’re telling me he just… dropped it?” Chloe’s gaze flickered away, landing on the city skyline. “Not exactly. He… brought someone in.” “Someone?” Melinda repeated. Chloe’s stomach knotted. She almost wished she hadn’t said anything. But lying outright would only make things worse. She exhaled and forced herself to continue. “Her name is Melara. Another vampire. He said she was there to… spice up our sex life.”

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

"And, you can't be like her." "Why?" "She's a vampire." "What?" Mrs Heirden faints in her husband's arms upon hearing the revelation, while Mario swallows hard. "She's so unique." Mario states awkwardly. "But, she is too good to be a vampire. I thought they were ruthless creatures, according to the books. But she… she seems kind to me." Morgan shuts Mario a look with a face saying 'you're a fool', and stands up. "Pa, let's take mom inside. And, you two are beaten so badly. You must recuperate."

Turning back, she shut her eyes, snapping it open that very minute she swung her saber and heard a loud gasp. Swirling back on her heels she glared at the alpha vampire behind her who grabbed unto his neck as blood spilled out of the opening her blade had caused. He had been fast but not fast enough for the effect of the attack of her blade with the spell on it. Gurgling on blood he fell to his knees. She clicked on a button beside her saber and it morphed back to the cylindrical metal it was. "Not so bad after all? Any last words to say?" He grabbed unto her combat pants, wheezing. His eyes enlarged in pain and agony.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

I watched her face as I said that, her brows scrunching in concentration while she processed my words. “That explains why you aren’t pasty like me” she said, wrinkling her nose and looking at her arms. “I mean according to pop culture vampires are pale, hate the sun or die from it, have an aversion to garlic and can be killed by driving a stake through their heart.” Her gray eyes flicked to mine, and she gave me a wry grin. “Don’t worry Cade, I don’t plan on turning into Buffy anytime soon.” I laughed at that and so did she.