Monique Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Eden Monroe. . I paced anxiously in my room, unable to shake off Calliope's words about me being a hunter. It bothered me because wolves, vampires and hunters were enemies in the world. A sudden knock startled me, and I hurried to open the door. There stood Jasmine, her head down and hands nervously fidgeting.

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"

For the past years of his life, that's how everything around him goes and he'd never seen any problem with that even if Dimas used to get in his way. But tonight, Zandro has finally cut the rope that's making him move without his will like a puppet of the family he has been keeping a vengeance in his chest with. The Monroes have been consumed by their fear and anxiety for a very long time now, better let their fear get burnt with the thought of Victorina Aurora Monroe's. . .death.

Festivals, feasts, music, and other events abound, making it feel almost like a coronation day. Alice is our family's adopted daughter. Our history has it that she volunteered to be a vampire because she longed for power and strength. All I knew about her was that. While Drake was her brother when they were mortal, and my parents adopted him as well. I have a lot of questions for them, but they don't respond when I ask them. Even though I'm close to Drake, he doesn't know anything about their past, while Alice has always been upset with me for reasons I can’t seem to comprehend.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

She should be here as well to welcome their guest! He glared as he heard the little girl known as Monica came inside the room, her little nose turned up like it always was. It was like she thought she was too good for this place, that she was owed something more. All of a sudden, her eyes narrowed, and a strange scent entered her nose. It smelled of death and dried blood. That smell was foul and would make normal wolves turn around in disgust... but not Monica. To her this was a wonderful smell! She glanced around, trying to compose herself. Was it really the 7 foot tall stranger who just entered? She watched with interest, who was he? She had never seen a real vampire before, only heard the

Aster: Behind the desk sat an impressive man. He was attractive, like all of them, with amazing white hair and the most unique eyes she had ever seen – icy, pale blue. Do vampires only transform good-looking people? She wondered. He looked strangely familiar, and when he spoke she had the uncomfortable feeling that she had heard his voice somewhere before. “Miss Montgomery,” he said, and his deep, gravelly voice sent shivers up and down her spine. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”

"What exactly is going on? What culprit?" Zephyr turned to me, his eyes softening for a brief moment before hardening again. "There have been rogue werewolves causing trouble near our borders. They’ve been attacking humans and even a few of our people. We captured one, hoping to get information, but ..." He shot Monica a pointed look. "He pissed me off," Monica admitted unapologetically. "And I may have ... ripped out his throat." I blinked. "You may have?" Monica shrugged.