Jonathan Harker's Journal Novels & Stories

“I was simply being defensive. I truly do care about you, Lorena. I think it’s good that you are guarding Kaya, even from me. You just have to believe me.” He let go of me and walked slowly to the door. “You should use some peroxide drops on those blood stains. It will get them off. How about you start with that to start trusting me?” He finally disappeared and was alone. The taste of his lips haunted me and made me hungry for him. I shook my head. “No Lorena. You can’t fall for him like that.” I got my act together and went to the kitchen to get the peroxide. I sat in the living room with Kaya beside me. I had found Hazel’s journal in the kitchen and was astonished. She had done some readin

No one. With a melancholy heart he placed the pictures back inside the box and began reading through the books he’d pulled from the box. They were journals. These were the ones he and Sara discovered; journals from before she was a monster. He began sorting through them based on the dates that were provided and it seemed there were fifteen journals so far, two of them seemed to be when she was a young woman, perhaps aged sixteen or seventeen. Then there was a gap of one year and then it continued like normal, she seemed fond of a young man named William.

I look at him, shocked. “That’s breaking and entering, Jonathan.” “We’ll leave a note and some money. Come on.” I had this chill running down my spine. Watching him helping me in full detective mode was actually turning me on. But right now, I had to focus and look for some clues. Jonathan unlocks the door through the window and we get in. I look around and see that most of the stuff is covered with a white plain sheet. There were a lot of spider webs... “I’ll go check if there’s someone here or not.”

The footsteps came maybe an hour later, or maybe it was five minutes, time was weird when you were sitting in complete darkness trying not to panic. I heard them before I heard the lock, footsteps against stone that were getting closer, and I pressed myself back against the wall on instinct even though there was nowhere to go. The lock turned and the door swung open and light flooded in so bright I had to squeeze my eyes shut against it, and when I could finally see again through the tears Jonathan was standing in the doorway holding a wine glass filled with blood. He was wearing a full suit like he’d just come from some fancy event, and there were two vampire behind him who stayed at the do

Katya exclaimed, grabbing a napkin from the table to press against the wound. "It's just a small cut," Charlotte insisted, but as she stood, she noticed a few drops of her blood had fallen onto one of their mother's journals. The moment the blood touched the page, a strange, almost ethereal light began to emanate from the journal. Both of them stared, wide-eyed, as the light grew brighter, casting eerie shadows around the room. A low hissing sound filled the air, and the pages of the journal seemed to ripple, as if alive.

For Ryker and Jude and Nova and Sterling. I lifted my arm, held it over the journal, and watched as my blood rained down on its pages. My lips moved, murmuring the incantation. The moon was in the sky now. Hopefully it was high enough for this to work. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me, and my arm fell, knocking the journal onto the floor. “No,” I whispered, my voice growing weak. As my vision began to blur, I was thrust back into the memory of when I’d met up with Alpha Hunter earlier that day.

I nodded, understanding what he was saying. I looked at Jonathan with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks because I had to leave him. ‘When will our suffering end?’ I wondered while my doleful gaze fixed on my Jonathan. "Mia, you need to go, please. You have to understand, Jonathan is craving human blood, he is not in his senses, and he gets mad after seeing a human." As James explained things to me, I cast one final gloomy glance at Jonathan before departing with James. ***

Slowly, Damian opened the journal. The first pages contained ordinary entries. Business meetings. Travel schedules. Personal notes. Nothing remarkable. Then the tone changed. Abruptly. Dangerously. The handwriting grew rushed. Uneven. Desperate. As though Charles had been writing under pressure. Under fear. Seraphina's heart pounded as Damian turned page after page. Then he stopped. Both stared at the same sentence. Written in dark ink across an entire page. They found Marcus. The room fell silent. Marcus Holloway again.

“I am so sure that this is where I slide it. No, this can't be happening. You know, it was as if my life was dependent on this, and maybe my stay here was too. The thought sent a shudder through me and sent a fresh wave of unease through me, but I forced myself to push it aside. I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to push away the growing headache as I already started feeling anxious. I tried so hard to steady my breathing, believing that I was in the right chamber. I stood emotionless for what seemed like ten minutes or more. ‘This is insanely out of this world, I must say.’ Thinking back and forth about what could have happened to the journal. ‘What if Alpha Kieren had arranged

Inside was a bundle wrapped in dark leather and tied with an old, cracked ribbon. Her hands trembled. She unfolded the bundle slowly. Her breath caught in her throat. A journal. Worn and brittle. The leather flaked beneath her touch. Her father's name was carved into the front in small, neat script. Maxwell Rutherford. She ran her fingers over it like she could conjure his voice from the ink. The pages inside smelled of time and pine and something faintly metallic... blood, maybe. She flipped through them. Notes. Observations. Sketches of wolves. Symbols she didn’t recognize.