Nadia Petrova Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“What are you looking for?” “I thought…I thought I saw someone…” she glanced back at me sharply. “Was there someone else down here?” “Uh, no. Just me.” I answered lightly, nudging her closer to the stairs. “Are you sure?” she asked, as we started back up. “You weren’t…you weren’t talking to anyone?” Yes. Yes I was, actually. I was talking to a vampire; a really hot vampire. I shook my head, as I followed her up the last few steps, avoiding her nervous glances at me, and plastering a smile on my face. “Nope.”

73 The door to the Tesla opened, a guard quickly opened the door for her. Kira stood gently, waiting to personally receive the vampire king into their pack. It was the day of the party, the day to bond up with the vampires and know their ways. She knew the vampires were rich, what she had heard of them was mostly about how cultural they were, they weren't yet used to the modernized lifestyle but it seems she must have heard the wrong information about them, because the car she could see standing few feet away from her was no other than the latest Tesla Model S, the newest of it's kind.

The red tinge on her cheeks appeared again. Slowly but surely, Demian brought his face closer. They were now less than 10 centimeters apart. Demian looked closely at Shada's face who had closed her eyes. He briefly considered if Shada was actually scared. However, he did not want to delay it. Demian finally landed his kiss softly. They enjoyed each other's embrace, especially Shada. She always wanted Demian. Even though she now knew that he was a vampire. Her breathing was getting labored. Shada's consciousness plunged so far beyond her desires that she didn't know her cell phone had rung five times.

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

"One name. A woman called Nadia Voss. Born in Hungary, supernatural wolf lineage but permanently powerless from birth. Former academic, spent fifteen years studying supernatural sociology before she disappeared from public record four years ago. She reappeared in Romania around the same time the Bloodless began forming." "Do we have an image?" "Yes." Iris passed around a photograph. A woman in her early forties, sharp-featured with close-cropped dark hair and the particular quality in her eyes of someone who had been certain about something for a very long time. "She is educated," I observed. "That means she is not operating on impulse. Whatever she is building, she has thought it through ca

Leonora replied as they both descended down on the stairs carefully. When they both came downstairs, Nadia's uncle, Vincent Petrov casually pushed his sleeves back to check the time on his wristwatch. The moment he saw Nadia, he smiled widely. “Look at my princess. You look so beautiful. Like your favorite Disney Princess, Cinderella.” He approached Nadia and gave her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. Nadia smiled and hugged her uncle when her eyes fell on someone else coming down from the opposite flight of stairs. “No, uncle. I'm not as beautiful as my sister, Ivanova.”

signs Nadia. I feel sad that Gibson couldn’t fix her hearing. Natasha says she can feel the beat even if she can’t hear it. Poor Nadia had been in a car accident when she was five. It was really bad and they didn’t get her out of the car fast enough as it sunk into the water. She is lucky to be alive from what I’m told. “Yes, thank you for today,” I sign back. I squeeze her hands in mine and suddenly everyone is staring at us as my hands begin to glow ice blue. The light is slowly consuming Nadia until her whole body is engulfed. Dimitri rushes to our side as the light subsides.

“It wasn’t you, Noah. It was the witch. And the… the thing inside you.” “It felt like me,” Noah whispered, horrified. “The anger… the coldness… it felt right. She made it feel right.” He looked at me then, truly seeing me for the first time. “You. Valerie. You screamed. You broke it.” “My name,” I said, my new voice soft and rusty, “is Nadia.” Saying it aloud felt like claiming myself. Noah blinked. “Nadia? But… the missing Moonshade heir? That’s… impossible.”

“Seventeen? Eighteen?” Dimitri glares at her and shakes his head. “No. I don’t know? I didn’t ask. And why does it matter?” “She’s twenty-one,” I answer for him. “Nadia is twenty-one years old, and I bet you wanted to make babies with her.” The way he had been looking at her at the funeral of her brother, there’s no doubt he was more than just interested.

I asked and she looked up at me. "The prophecy that said you would save the werewolf race with your power and be recognized as the moon goddess' priestess," she stated and I narrowed my eyes at her. "What bullshit is that? Priestess? In this day and time?" I scoffed and she nodded. "Nadia comes from the lineage of priestesses but when it was her turn to become a priestess, she learnt of your power. She took it upon herself to torment you and steal your magic from you," she said.