Interview With The Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

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.

Slipping on some shorts and a tank top, I grab my notebook and a pen and headed over to the window, deciding to write to my mother again, ‘Hey Mom, it’s my eighteenth birthday. One more year and then I’ll find my mate, but I’m not sure how that will work because I’m engaged; I’m engaged to the vampire prince… Everyone tells me that the match is mandatory, but what am I supposed to do? What will my mate think of me being with a vampire?’ I sighed and looked at the diamond, ‘At least he has good taste in jewelry. The ring is gorgeous.’ I doodled a picture of the ring in great detail, ‘Anyways, it’s late, I’m going to go to bed, I love you, Mom and I miss you.’ After I closed the notebook, I cr

I stood and the next second, I was already at the door but the man was then beside me, stopping me from going out. "Where are you going?" he asked, his tone dark but not threatening. "I will go see my parents," I said in between gritting teeth and tried to walk past him but he held the door. "You can't do that." "And why can't I?" My voice was sharp and I almost couldn't help a growl. I was too overwhelmed by my emotions, I couldn't keep my mind straight. "Let me remind you that you just went through a transition. You are basically a one-day-old vampire, and you know what that means?"

The maids near sigh in relief at the scene. With a burst of maniac laughter, Isabella look into her so-called father's eyes and ran her fingers through her silky hair, and said softly; "A CHILD must never kill his FATHER, remember" emphasizing the word child and father then she stood up, and straightened her red gown and trotted away in her heals. After confirming that she is gone, some maid instantly helped Owen up and by this time, his wound has nearly healed. ***** In a large meeting hall, five vampires that hold Country B sat around the long conference table, the expression on their faces was emotionless and their presence make the waitress serving them shivered in fear even though she h

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

For a while, we said nothing. Then finally, he spoke. “Is there a reason you’re crying in a children’s park?” I quickly wiped my eyes, trying to erase any evidence of tears. “Family issues,” I muttered. Was I really about to spill my problems to a total stranger? Maybe. I hadn’t had a real conversation with anyone in forever. My only two friends were now dating each other. My life was truly a joke. “My mom’s getting married,” I said. “To a vampire.” “Is it the marriage part that bothers you,” he asked, “or that he’s a vampire?”

I thought about ten days of sitting across from him at dinner while the unbinding worked through my blood, while he talked about where we might go after the ceremony, what the first week after the Turning would feel like. He had been so present in those ten days. So careful. So completely unaware. That was the thing I kept coming back to. Not Isabeau. Not the three years of manufactured distance. None of it would have worked if he had simply been paying attention. She hadn't created the distance between us. She had only filled it. — The river moved past, slow and grey and constant. I stopped at a railing and stood there for a while. Somewhere in New York, an eight-hundred-year-old vampire wa

he asks me gently. My eyes fill with tears and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Did he reject you?” Rich asks me incredulously. I shake my head. “No. He’s….” I look up, seeing Rich’s intent gaze on me. “He’s a vampire.” Rich’s head jerks back slightly and then he whistles low. He gets up, going to get the bottle of bourbon and pours me another glass. “Tell me what happened. How did you meet?” he asks.

I nod, “I’m the only one breathing.” “Cat,” Tamara calls, covering one ear to tune down the loud music, “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You look exhausted. Tell us the truth.” Yumeko passes me a glass of wine, and I gladly take it, “I’ve been telling you the truth.” I pause, leaning closer to them, “I keep telling you, I got involved with a vampire and a werewolf. I’m talking about the outlaws, LH and AH, Professor Matteo and Rook the bully… they are not humans.”