Jonathan Harker's Journal Novels & Stories

The question sounded harsh and impatient, so Elora hastily added, “Sorry, I have to leave in half an hour.” “It’s all right, El,” Zed said. “Actually, there’s not much that Kate found, but I think it’s important for you to know.” Zed looked at Kate, and Kate immediately held out an open journal in her hand. “I found this in one of the Alphas’ journals. Judging from the date of the journal, this was written a long time ago, long before your father led the pack,” Kate said to Caspian. Caspian took the book and read its contents. Elora, who was next to him, also read the contents of the journal. The journal wrote about a werewolf who had a strange habit when the full moon came.

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a

Constellations. Dates. Names. As his fingers touched the glass… The observatory lights dimmed. The cylinder suddenly projected dozens of shimmering images into the air. The library disappeared. Instead… They found themselves surrounded by ghostlike figures. Not ghosts. Recordings. Jonathan Mercer stood at the center of the projection. Younger than in the photograph. Older than in the journal. He looked directly ahead, as though he knew one day someone would stand exactly where Lucien now stood. “If you’re seeing this…”

Prince Jaqen didn’t bother to write on the diary that day because he was still hung over and Elora came back the third day and arranged the room where she saw the diary and placed it on the table where he saw it and placed it back into the box, he knew no one would have the gut to enter his room without permission and also he was in his room all day. Elora although flipped through the diary and saw that It was the happenings of each day but she didn’t understand why he kept the record. She also noticed that few pages were missing and it happened to be the day of the incident at the hunting site, the day he shifted and the day they went to the market.

"Of course not. I didn't believe they existed until Jude told us." "I read some of it." Andrew sits up and asks, "How? Did you defy Mama? Bravo." "Uncle Julius had a journal. I read it years ago but didn't know what it was. He had me get something out of his room, and the journal was lying there. It intrigued me because the words were written in red ink, which turned out to be blood." "Blood? How did you prove that?" "Really, Andrew? We're werewolves hiding from an Ancient."

Enraged, Jessica wrenched her hand free and hastened towards Willow and the children. Zion approached, inquiring if Marco had gleaned any insights. With a shake of his head, Marco admitted he had none. Disgruntled, Zion strode off, his disbelief evident. Entering the packhouse, Zion returned to the room previously used by his witch and stumbled upon alarming inscriptions in a notebook marked, "He's mine."

The very thin and small ‘Jonathan’ proclaims. “Come, we must question Renfield again!” Both men race out of the row bar slash eatery, and her now down and disheveled spirals brush the floor with her daring to crawl out again. “I have never been so happy to be stood up in my life,” I chuckle, offering my hand when those huge blue eyes and flushed cheeks find their way up to me. Frustration instantly becomes surprise, and I already know our girl does not like those. “I don’t have a potion, but....” I hold up my bottle filling the unused glass on my table. This has her clamoring out from the linen covered burrow. Sputtering without the ability to form coherent words as she plops next to me.

Whiskey. I was awake before the sun, and had already ransacked through the rest of the huts still standing. I found a few interesting items, some jewellery, a bit of silverware, nothing worth taking with me though. I decided to go back and search the Alpha’s house a little more thoroughly. I let my anger distract me last time, and I have suffered the punishment for losing focus. Now to get back on track. The study or office space proved to be worthwhile. I found another journal on a bookshelf in there. This one only dated back three generations, the first entry being date marked as 12th October 1935. He wrote about his desire to have the chosen daughter come back to them. Which confirmed my

His smile carried quiet relief. "Good." Before Aria could ask another question, Sophia suddenly grabbed Jonathan's wrist. Hard. Far harder than someone in her condition should have been capable of. Her eyes filled with urgency. "They know." Jonathan's expression changed instantly. "What?" "They know about the journal." The chamber fell silent. Victor looked between them. "What journal?" Sophia's breathing quickened. "Lillian's." Aria's heart skipped. "My mother kept a journal?" Sophia nodded. "The only complete record."

Cassie said. "What did you find?" Jacob asked. "This journal dated fifteen forty-two." Cassie said as she started going through the pages. She found a picture of the relic that was in all three publications. "Look at this Nathan, how can people mix up information like they have?" Cassie said still reading. "Hey, Nathan it is almost six we better get downstairs. We don't want to get your mom mad at us." Jacob asks. They all went downstairs to the parlor to join the party.