Isobel Flemming Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

Though he is good to us, I can't let my guard down as he is a vampire. Sitting for the dinner with Alexander , Joey , James, David , Kristen, Hanna, Diana and Elena is the most disgusting thing ever. Alexander is first born, James is second and Joey is the last. David is their step brother. There is another guy Franklin who is also Alexander's step brother.Elena hasn't done anything. She simply had her dinner while stealing glances with James. But the other girls were all over the guys and shamelessly flirting with them. They let Joey and Alexander to drink blood from them willingly. Alexander looked at me as he bite on the neck of Kristen.It made me gag and puke. I tried to control but I pu

The demon queen walked majestically and sternly around the dark axis of the black Moore kingdom,with a lonely heart. She might have led the battle which forced the vampires to their knees but her heart still yearned and seek it’s rightful place. “Your highness, prince Ashton’s wails has refused to subside,I think he needs his mother” Rosie a maiden informed Alisha. Rosie is a human girl who was taken captive by the vampires but Alisha rescued her and she became the little prince nanny.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I stared down at the image with my mouth trembling in fear. Reaching the book, I flipped it to the next page, revealing a more shocking truth. The image before me was a woman that has a mark on her body, it was like the bruise gotten from animal claws, but now everything is becoming clear, it isn't an animal but a vampire.

I wait until she is away from the door and quietly move behind her. "I told you to leave" I say, clearly scaring her as she jumps at the sudden noise. she stares wide eyed as my vampire side has come out fully. " why didn't you leave?" I ask her getting angry that she's so damn stubborn. I step toward her "what is your name?" I ask her "T, Tansia" she stutters as I keep getting closer, her name is amazing, everything about her is so breathtaking, so much so that when I step right up to her I can't control the primal urges anymore.

"Pity, that was my favorite cup." Isabella was beginning to ask herself if there wasn't some sort of spell in the room. First, she had gotten so close to Damon multiple times, yet couldn't still make out his entire appearance. Second, what was with the wetness between her thighs whenever she stepped into the dark world of the alpha? And could he fucking put on some clothes?! "I'm sorry, my alpha. It wasn't my intention to—" "That's okay. Just clean this up. I think I'm okay drinking this from the jug."

Silver is her colour and diamonds certainly worships her. I fear I may have been gawking at her for too long. I take bold steps towards her. “You look breath taking, angel.” I say once I stand in front of her, holding my arm out. “You look quite charming yourself.” Isobel whispers throatily and takes a step forward, leaving my arm hanging. This makes a smirk purse at the ends of my lips. But of course, we’re not accustomed, what made me think she’d take the hand of a stranger?

Isabella’s stomach had churned in fear with each turn of the van’s wheels, bringing them closer and closer to the vampires’ coven, but that was nothing compared to the fear she felt now. As soon as they’d arrived, the vampires had separated them. Which meant those bastards had Layla alone. Isabella’s heart thumped as her pulse raced. She’d never forgive herself if Eli hurt Layla. She hung her head. “It’s me you want revenge against, you bastard. Leave Layla alone,” she whispered. She’d screamed it for nearly the first hour since they’d locked her up, but it’d quickly become clear she’d take her own beating if she didn’t stay quiet.

All of them coming for me, specifically me, when six months ago my life was painfully, blissfully normal. I remember Isabella's face again—contorted with hatred, desperation, and that peculiar madness that comes from obsession. My breath catches in my throat. Dad watches me closely, those detective's eyes missing nothing. "Your friend Luna said there's a student at your school. A witch with considerable power. Obsessed with Damon to the point of violence. That must be her? This Isabella?" I nod slowly, swallowing against the dryness in my throat.

Karl repeated again as he rolled his eyes with a hint of annoyance clearly visible on Karl's face before he managed to cover it up quickly. "What for?" "What do you think, Steve?" his boyfriend looked frustrated when he heard Stephen's answer as he gave an eye movement signal for him to look at him, not at her boyfriend. "I am sorry for interrupting you, Mr Smith, Mr Laurent," Isabella said suddenly, distracting the three of them with their own commotion at the vampire-blood woman. "Be as it may, I should be in a hurry to go back to Pedrosa's headquarters." "Oh right. I forgot that you took Theo's place during the vampire man's vacation to Spain with his family? I see."