Romans & histoires Jeremy Gilbert The Vampire Diaries

Whilst all the male vampires except Enzo, of course, drew out their swords and bared their fangs, majority of the werewolves gathered shifted into their wolf forms. “Calm down everyone.” Jeremy roared, his eyes on a chuckling Enzo who still remained on his back and a certain very wet silver pup sitting on his chest, licking at the vampire’s face. “Jeremy?” Ryan materialized beside his mate with a cry. “Sylver…” “Shhh…” Jeremy shushed his mate as he pointed to where the vampire lay with his son. “There he is. What happened?” Jeremy breathed.

"Of course. If Alec ever makes you miserable, let me know, and I'll beat him to a pulp." He was Jenny's strongest family member. He had to protect her. Jenny smiled and nodded. Then, she asked, "Gilbert, both Zack and I have found our partners. What about you? You're not thinking of staying single forever, are you?" "Don't worry. I'm brilliant. I'll definitely find someone that I like." Gilbert smiled. He didn't want Jenny to worry. The truth was, he had no intention of getting into a relationship, and he was not interested in any of the women around him. But he didn't have to let Jenny know that.

When they reached the table, they both bowed. “My Lord, grant me leave to murder him,” Axel gritted out. I stared at him, nearly losing my calm facade. Axel was usually the most collected of men. He acted on logic, and I was certain he knew that slaying Silas now would end poorly; I would be the primary suspect. “What occurred?” I asked gently. Axel looked to his mate and ushered her to sit. Her stomach was swollen, reminding me that Vera was with child. Vampires do not procreate easily, so it was a great joy when we discovered her pregnancy.

Erianna. Tuesday, 23rd February. Next day. Night. I pace the living room of my home, anger fueling inside me at Scar’s audacity. Because of course that is Scar. A vampire. In Silvaton Ridge. Who else would be Scar, a vampire who just so happens to be in Silvaton Ridge around the same time Gerald just died? “Aghh!” I groan loudly, tossing the glass cup in my hand straight into the fire.

Fuck him for ruining what could have been the hottest night of my life by being a complete dickhead. “Lena.” A voice called from behind me when I reached the bar. It was Jeremy from IT. A tall blonde man just a couple years older than me. He was a little bit weird, but he was nice enough. “Hi Jeremy.” I called back, “Nice tux.” “Thanks.” he grinned, looking me from head to toe. He whistled. “Wow, you look absolutely stunning.” “Thank you.” I blushed despite myself. It felt good to be noticed, even if it wasn't by the man I actually wanted, but he was nowhere to be found.

No body, no messages, no closure. "I'm a . . ." Type began before letting his fangs fall. "I'm a vampire, now sister and I mate with Man and Boss." Vampires Queen, Jonathan had called him. Allena stepped around Jonathan and tried to move towards Type but a feral growl from Man and boss had him pausing. "Why don't you contact me you know I try to find you everywhere, how this all happen " she said, trying to understand. Type shook his head. "I don't know what happened. I was turned, but left to die . . . I don't know why I didn't die . . . only that Gen found me soon after."

I look of the students of Vampire High. "She's a Gredator and will be killed--" "Not all Gredators hurt." Lit interrupted what Vixie had to say. "How can you say she's not hurting?" Vixie asked. Lit grinned and looked at me. "Since she stepped into Vampire High, we all know she's a Gredator. If she's a bad Gredator ... she already have a chance to kill us but she didn't do it.." Lit said as she turned to look at me. I stopped at what she said. I mean ... They knew I was a Gredator earlier than I was? How? Did Fin know they all knew I was a Gredator?