Jonathan Harker's Journal Novels & Stories

If there was one thing Morgan disliked, it has to be hunting down humans and feeding of their blood, but at least, he doesn't have to be able to smell their blood from a mile away and immediately get triggered by the sight of blood. We stopped by a mall and filled up our car with some food stuffs , I had no idea how many days we'd stay on the road, it was best that we stocked a lot of things before venturing into the unknown . First on our list was to pay a visit to the first person that encountered the moon gem; Jonathan rider, a single man that refused to get married because he wanted to read more about the perks of becoming a werewolf.. We got to Jonathan's grave, and just as Rohan reques

Turning back to the diaries, I hoped I would find something in them that offered an explanation as to what kind of spell was cast on the filing cabinet and what it was potentially protecting. Grabbing the journals from the desk, I took them into the master suit and made myself comfortable at my desk. I didn’t have much time to read through them today. I only had an hour left before I had to high tail it back to Yen’s. Setting a timer, so I wouldn’t lose track of time, I delved into the first journal. [Date: April 8, 1862 Dear Henry,

Henry was exhausted but knew his job wasn't done yet. Walking towards the defeated vampire, Henry looked at the spot where the journal had been. He felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he realized it was gone. "Oh, no." Who had dared to come steal this journal from his possession? Who?! Whoever did come, had succeeded in their plan. Henry returned to the chaos outside, worried and unrelenting. He told them what had happened, and everyone listened closely. The stolen journal wasn't just a bunch of pages—it could decide their fate and the outcome of the upcoming battle.

With nothing left to do, out of curiosity to see more of what Atlas has created I flipped through the pages of his journal, my excitement was short lived as I stumbled upon a shocking revelation. My eyes widened as I read about his illness, which ravaged him every full moon and turned him into a monster thirsty for werewolf blood. I felt my heart sink as I tried to comprehend it all. I opened the journal further and read the words describing Atlas's illness. A feeling of shock washed over me as I tried to comprehend what I was reading. My heart started to beat faster, and my hands trembled as I turned the pages, searching for more information.

After that, I finally had a few days of peace. The energy of the full moon gradually faded, and the werewolves in the tribe also returned to human form. The air was filled with a faint smell of wolf and the aroma of herbs. But one noon, the maid suddenly handed me a letter, and her ears trembled slightly, like an alert wolf. "Luna Harper, here is your letter." I opened it in confusion, but found that it was written by Jonah. There was still a trace of werewolf on the letter paper, with the unique smell of Jonah's silver-gray hair.

Rayden closed the leather-bound journal with a slow, respectful motion. The dried bloodstain on its final page was a silent testament to the arrogance and fear of a man long gone. In the silence of the archive room, the echo of Grand Elder Arganta Bramasta's final whisper felt chillingly real. "The Red Cloud Mountains," Rayden said, his eyes as cold as ice. He was no longer looking at Kara, who was still staring at the journal with a complex expression. His gaze was now piercing through the walls, toward a newly revealed destination.

Obsessively. Pge after page was a tangle of scientific theory and frantic handwritten notes, sona crossed out, others underlined. There were diagrams of claws, canine teeth, musculature comparisons between wolves and werewolves. I took out another journal from the bunch. This one had everything she knew about them. This one had a leather cover, cracked and worn with age. My hands trembled slightly as I flipped it open. The first page was dated April 12th, the ink faded but still legible.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. As Caitlin wrote her final sentence, filling the final page, she slowly closed the journal. It was finished. She could not believe it. She held it there, in her hands, feeling the weight of it. A tear ran down her cheek as she pondered all the times and places she had written in it, all the hard times she had gone through. Somehow, she had survived. And this was her testament. Her vampire journal. Caitlin closed her eyes and rested her head on it, and she didn’t know why, but she began to cry. Her cries softly filled the air, blended with the cry of a night bird’s song, and slowly, she lulled herself to sleep.

But as we explored the sprawling halls and opulent rooms, we found something unexpected—a hidden chamber concealed behind a tapestry in the library. Curiosity piqued, we stepped inside, our eyes widening at the sight before us. The chamber was filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, their pages yellowed with age. But what caught our attention were the documents scattered across the table—a web of contracts and agreements signed by the town’s most powerful families. Nathanial picked up one of the contracts, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What is this?" I scanned the documents, my mind racing. "It looks like some kind of agreement, but I’ve never seen anything like it before. And look—there

He didn’t turn. Caitlin hurried over to the other side, facing him. He was an older man, with white hair, clean shaven, and light blue eyes that seem to stare into space as he knelt in prayer. He didn’t bother looking up at her. There was something else, too, that she sensed about him. Even in her current state, she could tell that there was something different about him. She knew that he was of her kind. A vampire. The pounding grew louder, and one of the hinges broke, and Caitlin looked back in fear. This mob seemed determined, and she didn’t know where else to go.