Lorenzo Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Lorenzo. Blood soaked his shirt. His eyes, those beautiful, haunted green eyes, locked onto mine. “Emilia…” he gasped, stumbling forward. I tried to run to him, but my legs wouldn't move. “Lorenzo!” I screamed. He dropped to his knees. “It was Xavier,” he choked, blood spilling from his lips. Then darkness swallowed him whole. I shot up uptight in bed, my chest heaving. It was a dream. Just a dream.

I thought they said eyes are the windows to the soul, but Lorenzo's eyes looked cold, detached and emotionless. For a moment, I felt like I was talking to a robot. He leaned down and dragged me up. I tried to escape, my eyes scanning the room for different escape routes, but I had forgotten that no one knows me better than Lorenzo Demario Before I could even think of an escape plan, he grabbed my wrist, forcefully pulling me to him, wrapping his hand around my waist tightly leaving me wincing in return.

END E P I L O G U E ❦❦❦ Runo Kaelynn Alberona— I entered the mansion as a maid for the Lockhart siblings. At first, I didn't know the truth inside that mansion, but as time passed, I slowly uncovered their secrets. Even my heart was swept into that mystery. I fell in love with one of the siblings, and his name is Danrious. He's a vampire. No, they're all vampires. I got to know their true nature and I will admit that at the beginning I was consumed by fear and nervousness about the problem I got into. But I know it has shaped me into who I am today and where I am today.

His fangs were so long and even though they were sparkly white, she still could not help but jerk in fright. Seeing her reaction, the man halted in his movement. However, he didn't back off and instead, peered at her with his blazing red eyes pressed intently on her. His expression was rather calm and he seemed to be only staring out of curiosity. However, Lyra was too terrified to notice that. Who wouldn't be? He was something she had never seen in her life. Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies.

A split lip that was still bleeding. Someone had hit her. Hard. "Sienna," Dante breathed. Her head jerked up. Her eyes found the camera. Found him. For just a second, relief flashed across her face. Then fear. "Dante, don't..." she started. The camera shifted. Moved. And Lorenzo stepped into frame. He looked exactly the same as always. Expensive suit. Grey at the temples. That warm, paternal smile that Dante had trusted for fifteen years. "Hello, Dante," Lorenzo said pleasantly. "I see you've found Elena's little museum of conspiracy theories. I trust you've been enjoying the tour?"

“Eat slow, my love.” “I cannot help it.” I put another bite into my mouth. “Itsh sho delichioush!” He laughs, throwing his head back. “Alright, alright.” He pours mango juice into a glass. “Eat at your pace. No worries.” “Lorcan.” I munch on my food. “Your brothers are also vampires, aren’t they?” “Yes.” Lorcan nods, his chin resting on his knuckles. “Dylan’s oldest and Orlo’s youngest.” I hum, nodding my head. “Dylan likes Julia?”

He said watching the wolf … Cyrus … the whole time and still trying to get loose from me. “Oh you mean before as in after you kidnapped her the first time?” I asked him. His features turned to horror as he looked at me… putting two and two together. “You’ve got pet wolves dude??” He screeched. I laughed again and let go of him. That’s when Lorenzo came out of the woods. And Lorenzo is a fucking monster. We are all big wolves. But Lo makes about three of a regular werewolf. Plus he’s pitch black.. with glowing red eyes. He looks like pure evil coming at you.

Water beaded on his chest and rolled south. His eyes flicked up, locked on me, traveled slow from collarbone to thigh and back again. A lazy grin tugged at his mouth. “You must be Ava,” he said, voice rough like he’d just woken up. “Adrian’s stepdaughter.” I leaned a hip against the banister. “Word travels fast. And you are?” “Lorenzo.” He dropped the towel from his hair, let it hang around his neck. “Enzo works too. Adrian and I go way back. College. Same frat, same dumb tattoos.”