Novel & Cerita Greta Vampire Diaries

he turns to me and sighs "It better be" _________ RITAS POV__________ I observe everyone, this is my first time seeing a lot of vampires in one room, I noticed a lot of them were kinda distancing themselves from Caleb "Is this the abomination?" A dark skinned white haired vampire asked, and he was hot "Yes, this is Rita, Draculas grandchild" my aunt answers everyone gasp Well I guess my name here is the Abomination "Is she here to save us?" A lady ask this time

she asked uncomprehendingly. "I don't know," I told her confidently. "But she's not a sorceress; she's a werewolf, and she's Alice's best friend. Her name is Bianca." "That's a nice name," Greta said with a smile. "She's very beautiful, and I love her laughs; they're divine. But she doesn't seem to like me at all." My wolf laughed in my head. What's going on? I don't think Greta has any idea what's coming, Alfie said with amusement.

“Do you know anything about these new vampires?” “Not much,” he admitted. “Only that they are hungry for blood. There are 5 of them altogether.” I nodded, but then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Did you know that one of them is 16 years old?” There was silence on the other end for a moment. “What?” “Her name is Natalia; she’s amongst the 5. She’s only 16 years old,” I explained. “Which wasn’t approved by the council.” “I’d assume not,” Alberto murmured. “I’ll get a hold of them and report it right away. Thanks for letting me know.”

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

he continued. Drake tapped me at my back, and he added, "Don't worry, what I saw might not be a sickness you know. I actually think that my gift is all about knowing things from a vampire's body, not just about sickness. And you're the only one who'll know about that first, so that’s a secret. I am still practicing and knowing my own power. Oh, and by the way, do you remember anything when you were inside the heart of the palace?"

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

The pack is already starting to turn against me, and Greta's power is greater than ever. Since I'm also losing Callum, how can I alert them all?

When Arnou doesn't reply but kept talking to Yeran, Daciana holds his arm to stop him, asking once more .”what's wrong?” Feeling his wife's hands on him, Arnou paused. There was fear in his eyes as he looked at his wife. “Greta struck just now,” He said and we all gasped. She did? But where? Why didn't we hear of it sooner? A lot of questions went through my head before Arnou spoke up once more. “We completely underestimated her because she didn't attack the lycan territory, she attacked one of the main packs,”

She asked, “How did she turn into a cat? Does that really happen to witches?” “I don’t know,’ Levy shook her head and replied. As she didn’t know about this phenomenon either, if someone could turn into a cat at the time of their death wouldn’t her mother do the same? On the next day in the Venus Territory, Greta who was unaware of Levy’s return was in a very good mood. When she stepped outside the lodge, she saw Daniella training with Ryan and the rest of the shifters, upon seeing Daniella work herself to bones in the training ground, Greta frowned and asked an enforcer to bring Daniella to her.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak