Originals Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Kael rubbed a hand over his face. “So if he gets emotional, demon smoke spreads. If we kill demon smoke, apocalypse happens. Excellent. Love that for us.” Despite everything, the corner of my mouth twitched. Darius noticed. And for one brief second, the darkness weakened. Tiny, but real. The Original froze. Interesting, very interesting. The First Queen’s memories stirred again faintly inside my mind. Not full visions just fragments. Emotions and understanding. The Originals fed best on suffering that isolated people like,fear, grief and obsession.

To him, who has nothing left, that woman became his everything. The blood of humans satisfies the vampires’ thirst, but because of the battle five years ago, vampires have turned away from human blood and accepted the blood of animals. That battle became the reason for the human and vampire ordinance to exist, the law that said no vampires would leave the Riparian zone to hunt for human blood.

I asked, squatting down to survey the few CDs I own. "A movie? You want to watch a movie right now?" I turn around to find Celestine with a confused look on her face. "Yeah. I have all the seasons of the vampire diaries series in CD form." I shuffle through the CDs I have until I come across season one of the vampire diaries. I bring it out and show it to Celestine. "You're in?"

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

“Dear spirit of the evergreen river, I come before your presence today. My name is Joana Davidson, a descendant and a reincarnation of Marylin Lou. Centuries ago, my ancestor came before your presence and collected some of your water as one of the ingredients she needed to give up her immortality and become human. “I returned into this world as the 200th descendant of my ancestor and became a vampire on my 18th birthday, according to the agreement Lou made with the supreme council. Now, I wish to do the same thing that my ancestor did in the past. I wish to give up my immortality to become human, just like my ancestor did. “I hope that you will call me into your presence, search my heart and

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

"Look, I don't know what to think of you. Okay? Can we just skip to the part where the only thing that might start a conversation is you asking me to tilt my neck for you while you search for the best spot to bite into?" For a brief moment, he wore a pained expression before his eyes settled back to their usual color. Leaning forward, he crossed his legs, clasping his fingers around his raised knee. “I'm more than just a blood thirsty predator, love. I can have pretty normal conversations like any other person. In case you haven't noticed.” “Do you, now? I thought all vampires were mindless monsters?” she fired back with sarcasm dripping from her tone. He grinned. “You promised you'd do anyt

Grace Originals I'd heard that before, but how could Charles know that for certain? He told me that they were the first werewolves and they had lifespans similar to vampires. Astarte charged forward and Charles followed. The fight was brutal and efficient. The Originals were raw and primal, landed heavy blows, but the security guards were well trained. Astarte's magic cut through the fray. Charles backed her up, subduing them easily. Soon, they were all subdued, pinned to the ground with silver cuffs glinting in the moonlight. They snarled and thrashed. Astarte stood over them, the darkness around her seemed to glow. The alarm turned off. The chaos settled, replaced by a tense silence. Astar