Nadia Petrova Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

"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."

As we were walking back to our room, Red suddenly ran into a girl who was wearing reading glasses. "I'm sorry," he apologized as we helped her collect her books. "It's all right," the woman said. She looked like someone who enjoyed studying, was petite, had two braids on each side of her shoulders, and wore thick reading glasses. Looking at her ID lace, I could tell she was a vampire. "We'll assist you in carrying these books." I smiled at her and reached for her books, but Red suddenly stopped me and asked the girl. "Are you one of our classmates?" Red asked with a sneer. I know Red is annoyed with our classmates, and the girl also feels Red's annoyance with her.

Vicenzo taught me a lot when I first came on board to take over from where my father stopped, he came up with this whole ghost thing, and every scar he has ever gotten, he got from protecting me or my dad. He has proven time over that his loyalty is stronger than the bond of a brother and honestly whatever that happens to him, affects me even more. “What did you find out about Nadia?” “you are not going to believe what I found out?” “Try me" “Well apparently your little princess only has one surviving relation here in the states, who happens to be the current Don of Russian Mafias” “Tell me what I don't know” “He is the same person who we have been looking, Dimitri Vladimir”

With my small circle of friends and those who cared about me, I could already guess who was calling. "Hey, you landed safely?" Gordon, my trainer, asked. He had survived a vampire attack when he was a teenager. An attack that left a scar across his face and an even deeper one on his heart that turned him into an elite vampire hunter. "Yeah, I am settling in my room" "Any news on McCain?" "She is here. I can smell it, this time, am not letting her go scot-free…" "Relax, kid, don't let anger overcome you. She will see you coming, and she won't hesitate to kill you"

We were all miserable. I'm so lost in thought that I almost missed a mind link from Adriana and Layla, "Alpha! We need you in here... NOW". I ran to the conference room and Layla explained, "We saw a familiar face and we wanted to investigate it. We were able to go back two weeks on this thing! You see that person talking to Alpha Dakari?" I nodded, "Yes" Adriana smiles, "Look at her now!" She zooms in and I see her talking to one of the vampires. Actually, she's letting one of the vampires feed on her. I asked, "Who is she?" Adriana smiles, "That's Dina. She's working with the vampires, and this is also proof that she was working with Alpha Dakari." I nodded, "That makes me wonder what she

Her voice is soft and she murmurs gently, “I know this is just your primal instincts making you search for her, Nikolai, but you can’t give in to those instincts anymore. It’s hurting us….. and it’s hurting your pack.” A voice screams to tell Nadia the only thing hurting my pack is her actions towards my pack members but I deny myself that voice. I still need her. I lean down and kiss Nadia softly on the cheek, taking away the harshness from my tone as I respond, “I knew there was a reason I wanted you as my, Luna.” The praise makes her glow. Nadia’s addiction to being the centre of the world shows as she kisses me on the lips and nods before she walks out.

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

Then, purely because I couldn’t help myself, I quirked an eyebrow and asked, “…or haven’t you seen the paintings?” No sooner than I had uttered the last syllable, Nadia’s face contorted into a sinister look of outrage. It stole away the aspects that made her look lithe and feminine, transforming her into a ghoul-like creature that made my adrenaline spike. Her fingers curled out from her sides, her nails the same shade of crimson as her lips, and when she finally spoke, her voice was so devoid of humanity that I had a hard time believing she’d ever been a she-wolf to begin with. “Dain was mine from the moment I set eyes on him, and if I cannot have him—if I cannot possess him, then no one ca

He'd see through any deflection. "I'm trying to be useful," she said quietly. "Nadia's special. Everyone knows it. She's unprecedented, powerful, symbolic. I'm just... normal. A wolf who happens to have a few extra tricks. If I'm not the best—if I'm not exceptional at something—then what's my purpose?" Dimitri was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Come with me." He led her through the mansion to the family archives—a room Vera had rarely entered. Inside were records going back six generations: pack histories, photos, documents that chronicled the Volkov lineage.