Lorenzo Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Lorenzo screamed. . To be continued...

Lorenzo said and I raised my eyebrows. "Well, after you no longer have ties with him," he said and I nodded. "I guess he's just doing it for his daughter," I replied and I walked out of the training room. "Yes, but we need to remember that we are Werewolves and he is still a Vampire, the leader of LA's most powerful clan at that," Lorenzo stated. I don't know why he's being so paranoid. "If he married a Werewolf, why would any of that matter," I said and Lorenzo shrugged.

Lorenzo cannot marry this traitorous snake! A tall, tanned, green-eyed young man appeared at the entrance to the makeshift hallway. He gasped a little. — Holy Mother! — Carina whispered as she recognized Brandon Phillips, Lorenzo's best friend. — The irony of life. — She laughed softly. — At least the cuckold has good taste. Smart as she was, Carina had noticed. — What are you doing here, Brandon? — Lorenzo asked, startled, and walked down the two steps to the altar, meeting his best friend. — Veronica! — he shouted, horrified and perplexed, while I laughed.

He explained everything to the beta who could only sigh. Kace felt like everything was his fault, Even though Diana knew Diana should be blamed, he shouldn't have believed Diana when she said she could bring Luna back. but he knew this wasn't the time for anyone to be blamed. Diana, who was looking at Alice, noticed something strange when her eyes landed on Devon's hand. She saw what looked like an odd scratch. Devon was a Lycan and a scratch on his hand would have healed immediately. Even though it was little, it still made her feel uneasy. Maybe she was just overthinking things.

We couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves at the party, we kept acting like two horny teenagers with raging hormones. “Get a room, you two. You can’t keep making out in our presence. Some of us don’t have our girlfriends here, so stop sucking your faces in our presence!” Lorenzo scolded us at the party when we wouldn’t stop making out in the open. I couldn’t control my laughter and I chuckled at his comment, laughing at his predicament. I can imagine how he must be feeling, he is surrounded by mated werewolves and lycans and the sight of us having fun must be reminding him of Graciela. I know how much he loves her, I’ve seen them together and I know that he misses her already. That is why I ur

I didn’t pay attention to him, I mean I tried not to, as he passed by a confused glaring Leah, passed by me—torturing me with his Saffron scent—before stopping at the seat right behind me. I didn’t dare turn around ‘cause he was so damn close to me but Irvin was already losing it from where he was… he looked like he was trying to hold back his fangs. Liam’s anger was clear from up front and all Dexter had to do was click his tongue to chase the poor girl out of her seat and take it from her. ‘This isn’t good… right?’

Raising my head slightly, I shut my eyes tight, I didn't want her to have any clue about what was going on in my mind. "That man you are holding is a male witch, you should know that too. They are infamous for using their victims' powers against them." Vera still couldn't keep quiet and I cursed her in my mind. Lorenzo started inhaling weirdly and she stopped abruptly, dropping my head back on the bed. 'Has she changed her mind?' "They are not responding, I don't think they are Ordan's bacteria," she complained, turning her back to me. I wanted to shout that they are but I couldn't, the pain had taken my voice, telling me that I was closer to my grave.

The lights were dim. I walked toward the West Wing. The air smelled of alcohol. I reached the study. The door was open. I looked inside. It was a war zone. Glass covered the floor. The computer was dead. Lorenzo stood by the wall. He looked terrifying. His hair was wild. His shirt was torn. His chest heaved. Blood dripped from his hand. It pooled on the rug. He looked at me. His eyes were not human. They were black pits. "Lorenzo?" I whispered.

“You want to say something, spit it out.” “Eva…what happened between you guys?” “She betrayed me, kidnapped you, and you’re asking what happened between us? She’s dead. Next question.” “What?! You killed her?” “Rune, spit it out. Why are you here?” Geez he’s scary. I drank some juice for courage and inhaled. “Do you believe in other species that aren’t human?” “Is this about your werewolf boyfriend?” My brain short circuited. Lorenzo sighed and rubbed his temples. “I knew this day would come. Took you long enough, I thought we were closer than this.”

Lorenzo was in high spirits, buying rounds of drinks, acting like the exuberant prince of the city. "To the return of the heirs!" Lorenzo shouted over the music, clinking his glass against mine. He looked at me, his smile faltering slightly. "Hey, Cathy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What's wrong? Rocco being a prick again?" I downed my drink, the vodka burning my throat. "He hates me, Lorenzo. I told him... I told him everything. I told him I love him." Lorenzo’s glass stopped halfway to his lips. He stared at me, the flashing strobe lights catching the genuine shock on his face. "Wait... you actually love him? My brother? The guy who treats the world like a footstool?"