Laurent Vampire Twilight Novels & Stories

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

Laurent gets silent for a second, confused, "Let my alpha out. I want him." I know I shouldn't after the last conversation we had where I told him we were over, but I can't help it. He looks so hot today. Laurent swallows audibly and a second later he lets his wolf out... but not completely. His wolf ears stick out through his hair, but his eyes don't fully dilate and his scent doesn't get heavier, as usual. Laurent is still here. He wants to know what I’m going to do and for some reason I’m okay with that.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

the way he had reacted to Allicin, his mysterious disappearances, his unpredictability, and his seemingly flawless nature. As the darkness consumed her, Raven knew one thing for certain. Lumiére was a vampire, and not just any vampire, but the High Lord himself.

"Found something here. Account from 1654. French territory. Pack called the Montclair wolves." "What about them?" "Their Alpha was named Laurent Montclair. Powerful. Respected. Led one of the strongest packs in Europe at the time." He flipped through pages. Found the passage he was looking for. "Says here that Julian approached him. Offer alliance. Laurent refused. Three months later Laurent's entire pack was destroyed in what looked like internal conflict. But survivors claimed they'd seen a vampire watching from the shadows. Feeding on the chaos." "Julian." "Has to be. Same pattern. Same timeline. Same method." Darion looked up at me. "But here's the thing. Laurent Montclair was my ancesto

Seraphine echoed, confusion etched across her face. Lyra leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.”

Lucan said, his back still to me, “let’s assume we were not werewolves. Do you prefer being a vampire or just human?” “Obviously a vampire,” Khloe replied. "Yeah, told you vampire's are cool." Wyatt basked at his father . “I hope you’re kidding.” Lucan asked with amusement written all over his face . “I am not.” Khloe replies smiling "Why would you want to be a vampire ." Lucan asked still surprised. "Those people are mean!" “Well, they don’t get to die easily,” She said. “ certainly without a good fight and getting staked .” "They can compel people too and read their minds ." Wyatt added.

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.

The only fast way was simply to swim considering this side of the beach was deserted with no speed boats in sight. "Going for a swim?" a male voice asked with an Irish accent. Kim spun around heel in head ready to take him. The man regarded her coolly. He had reddish brown hair falling to his shoulders and he stood perfectly still in a black suit. He looked to be in his twenties, maybe older with scruff covering his chin and cheeks. After a second of analyzing him, Kim knew without a doubt he was a vampire. No human could have snuck up on her so easily.

Lyra's hands which were on the floor shook with each passing moment. As though the other party just came to their senses too, he jerked. It was only then she noticed he was also stunned at the sight of her. He noticed she was staring at his fangs and before Lyra knew it, he snarled at her, his fangs sticking out even more. His tall figure came close even more and with such proximity, Lyra jumped back in terror. His fangs were so long and even though they were sparkly white, she still could not help but jerk in fright.