Originals Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.

On the screen was a magnified strand of something that looked almost like blood, though it was too thick, too dark, and too organized. Simon didn’t look away from the monitor. “This was taken from a tissue sample embedded in the hyoid bone. It was the cleanest extraction we could get since most of Darius’s system burned too fast.” Richard’s voice was flat. “And?” “And it’s not wolf, and it’s not human either.” Simon tapped a few keys, and the image on screen split in two. “It’s showing dormant viral sequences that match known relics from vampire DNA archives, ancient ones, preserved in bloodstone repositories. Almost extinct markers, but still viable and still present.”

I hesitated until now, but we finished eating and I have to break it to them, we are in this together, they need to know. “Your father mated outside the species, his mate was a vampire, one of the originals. The woman, and she was executed.” Landon’s body turned tense in the blink of an eye, Hayden stiffened in his chair, both of them trying to catch up to the shock from what I spilled. “How do you know?” They demand.

Lined up in front of Shawn and a girl with red hair and blue eyes, glowing a faint bubblegum colour, not to mention with Vampire fangs. "Hey, aren't those the Specials?" Dorian daunted, looking at the mysterious group from school. Zachary darted his camera over to the Betas. He couldn't believe his eyes as he continued recording, and one of them bared their fangs out in the air. "They...really are Vampires?"

But he didn’t get suspicious at all. “There might be. I think there should be. Because Original vampires were created by a dark magic by ancient wicked witches. So, there must be a way cure to them, but if there is, let me tell you, it won’t be easy. It will need a lot of energy of different elements in the world and getting those energy will be the most difficult work, I must say” said Young ho in a casual tone. “You think your father’s library will be having a book regarding it?” asked Lily curiously.

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

Still trying to overpower the men that held her down, she wore a smile that dared the man. The vampire dissolved his hold on her chin and his broad shoulder danced as he laughed heartily. Zara kept a straight face as she watched his fangs appear and disappear amid his self-humour. While she waited for his mirth to end, she wondered if something miraculous was still going to happen. There she was, naked in the midst of creatures she watched on Vampire Diaries and the Originals. She was about to lose her first time to a creature who disgusted her and all her hope had diminished.

She knew that I was avoiding her, as any sane person would. “Well, here I am.” She directed a playful eye roll at the older man. “This one, he gets his attitude from his father. Dorian, I’d officially like you to meet Sir Vincent Mendalv, the-” “King of vampires and one of the originals, I know. It’s a pleasure meeting the man who’d once plagued North Creekville into their darkest time yet and sent most of my kind to their early death.” With a tight lipped smile, I stretched out my hand towards the blood sucking leach.

This is the tale of the two bloodlines: the revered Originals and the eternally bound Turned. The Originals, known simply as 'vampires,' are the progenitors of the night, their bloodline pure and untainted by mortal fragility. These creatures of the dark possess a power so primal that it defies the natural order—they can walk under the sun, and can conceive life. An Original's womb can nurture an infant born of darkness, a being who will grow swiftly, their youth an intoxicating bloom that halts abruptly at the age of twenty. Yet, even as the centuries slip by like grains of sand through an eternal hourglass, these blood-sucking children of the night remain forever encased in the prime of th