Jeremy Gilbert Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Whoever the enemy he faced, Damien would not lower his guard. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Damien James Gibbons, son of Bradd Steven Gibbons and Marryane Caroline. Also, half-brother of Michelle Jeane Gibbons." Now Damien's expression hardened. "How did you know all that?" "You could say, I am the mortal enemy of your master ... I mean, the woman who turned you into a vampire. Juliette Abigail. Due to our long relationship history, we have a kinda strange bond."

But why do I feel bitter while thinking about that? "They became close after he tried to pursue her. Until one day, they both decided to admit their feelings to each other. He won't know what to feel when she said that she loves him too because he didn't expect that it will turn out to be mutual. But when his parents knew about their love and they were against so they cursed the woman that she will never be happy even if she were born again because a vampire shouldn't be destined to be the mate of a werewolf," Lazarus said while he's saying that I felt that he's been trying to hide the emotion that he doesn't want to feel again.

Gilbert is a 34yr-old bachelor who joined the forces three years ago in seeking revenge against the person who killed his mom. It's always a dreadful night for him whenever he has a nightmare about how his mother struggled for her life right in front of him three years back, and he couldn't do anything to help her. "Any information we could use from the neighbors?" Rick suddenly asks, and Gilbert snapped out of his thoughts. "No sir… What they all keep saying is that someone screamed out last night inside the house. Since it was nearly midnight, they were all scared to come out to check what's going on." He explained.

Shaking the thought away, he lifted his head as he heard footsteps approaching him, dropping it to stare at the floor again when he saw that it was just Julian; wearing a pair of light blue denim jeans, a pair of black trainers and a dark blue polo shirt that blended well with his light brown skin. Julian Farris. A vampire turned by Demitri in the year 1842, who also happened to be Mason's best friend. He wasn't young enough to be considered a newbie vampire, but at the same time not old enough to be considered an elder, though it had taken him almost a century to get his bloodlust under control. It was Mason's mentoring that had helped him to master it and their friendship had only grown fr

Beneath it, in Alistair's own hand: “Absolute priority. Above all else.” Underneath was a healer's log I’d never seen before. A vampire's healing log. The date was from the night I found out I was pregnant. The night I was attacked by werewolves. They brought me back to the castle, covered in blood. The healers never came for me. I woke up alone. The baby was gone. Our child. His blood, my blood—gone. And my clothes were soaked in what was left of it. I cleaned every trace of it. When he came home, I broke down in his arms. I never told him. I couldn’t bear for him to feel the pain I felt.

He knew she was still edgy about the whole vampire thing. Kerry felt guilt burn inside her. To think she hadn’t even noticed it before. All this time, she’d been worried that her daughter was with a vampire that she had forgotten her own husband was one too. Silas just blended in too well with humans. He looked the part now. And it was all for her.

Ruby surprised me by finishing for me. I froze. “Yes, how did you remember that?” “My memories came back when I turned into a vampire,” she admitted simply. “I remember everything, and I know my memories were wiped. I remembered my connection with Carter from before and I remembered how upset he was that the decision to wipe my memories was made. I also know the reason he ghosted me wasn’t because he didn’t love me. It was because he did love me and he wanted better for me. He didn’t want me to be in danger and being with him would have put me in danger. But I guess now that I’m a vampire, that doesn’t matter anymore.”

I say in what I hope to be my casual tone. “Fine.” My eyes widen. “Fine?” “I will break up with Liam and give myself time to heal, but I’m going to have a passionate one night with Jeremy. I mean, he is hot, and he is a vampire.” My hand closes in on the pencil in my hand before it gives in and snaps in half. “He’s not a freaking vampire! You are testing my patience, Willow.” “Not everything is about you. Goodbye, Leo, and stay away from me! Get out of my room, I want to leave.”

Travis had left someone he loved, but the other hunters didn't know about that, and he intended to keep it that way. Three weeks ago, Jeremiah's son, Evan Desmond had been killed by a vampire in Greeneville. The police called it an animal attack, but they knew better, and Jeremiah was having none of it. He wanted to avenge his son's death so badly, and that desperation was going to be the death of all of them if care wasn't taken.

He knew she was still edgy about the whole vampire thing. Kerry felt guilt burn inside her. To think she hadn’t even noticed it before. All this time, she’d been worried that her daughter was with a vampire that she had forgotten her own husband was one too. Silas just blended in too well with humans. He looked the part now. And it was all for her.