Klaus Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

And so the cold wind of the night rushed into the car. “M-miss! It is dangerous!” “Please! I don’t want to do this either! but if you still won’t drive me there, I’ll bite my tongue and bleed here!” Akira shouted with tears streaming down her cheeks. The driver got spooked. Everyone knows that the blood of Clemente, as well as those from the two clans, is sweeter than anything else in this world and it is most sought by vampires. And so if Akira were to do that, for sure those vampires would run to where they are now and would be killed by them.

However, the academy has strict rules about going to the forest unaccompanied and an even stricter rule about going there unaccompanied after hours. It must have been just before dawn; it would be dangerous if she were to be caught by the sun. New vampires are more likely to get sick from the sun a lot quicker, kind of like rogues.“And Ryan showed up,” she continued. “I initially screamed to get him away from me. But before he passed out, he blew Stardust in my face.” The school soon came into view and a couple of elders stood by the gates; they didn’t look pleased. “I’ll explain to them that it wasn’t your fault, and that Stardust was involved,” I assured her.

Yet, in that moment, as their breaths mingled and their hearts pounded in unison, the only answer that mattered was the one their bodies gave, a resounding, desperate yes. As Valerius's fangs brushed against her skin, Chloe's fear melted into a heady mix of arousal and surrender. She arched her neck, offering herself to him, her trust a fragile yet powerful force. Valerius's eyes, wild with conflicting emotions, met hers, and for a fleeting moment, the vampire within battled the man who loved her.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

“No." "Oh my goodness! You need to see it. That series is so good. With a great sense of humor like Damon, selflessness like Bonnie, and evil-minded asshole like Kai, that series was a hit. Did I forget to mention Klaus, Caroline, Elena, Stefan, Josette, and Matt, the human who never dies?" I listened to Noel ramble on and on about the vampire diaries, enjoying the whole scenery I was starting to picture in my head. We were so engrossed with the whole narration that we began to wonder how fast we got home.

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

I sobbed but froze when he hugged me back. "Fine, now stop crying," Alex said while I saw David looks at me worriedly, Alex then turned towards the others in the dining table. "We're leaving now, If I find out that you tried to escape while we were gone" Alex paused to look down at me as he gripped my wrists before ripping my hands away from his shirt roughly. " You will be a vampire. " He walked away "Unbelievable." Kristen hiss, bolting up from her seat and marching towards her room. Hanna and Diana followed her. Now it's just me and Elena in the room alone.

The scent of soft vanilla brunt through me and left a faint scent that made me look into his eyes and whisper, "Like the guy from Vampire Diaries… Klaus Mikaelson, you know?" Silence, then a sigh. He put both of his arms around me to trap me in between and warned, "As much as I enjoy seeing drunk, stalker, don't compare me to others when I'm right in front of you."

“You watched it! No way. What team are you on? Vampire or Werewolf? Damon or Stefan?” He bared his teeth. “Klaus.” Caius’s favorite character was an all-powerful asshole of a Vampire who also happened to be sinfully attractive. I should have seen that one coming. As the evening wore on, I had to admit it wasn’t terrible. In fact, it was one of the better Thanksgiving’s I had experienced. All of the ones in the past had been held at my father’s hands. They were events meant to be hosted, meant to be perfect displays of the kind of family we were.

“I knew it.” Daisy turned sharply toward me. “Who’s Klaudius?” I looked out the window, watching as the clouds slowly drifted across the moonlight. “He’s not just anyone, Daisy. He’s the vampire's king.” I turned back to her. “Klaudius is the Blood King. The first vampire to ever organize the blood clans and try to wipe out all Alpha bloodlines centuries ago. He vanished after the Great War, but I always suspected he was still pulling strings.”