Richelle Mead Books Vampire Academy Novels & Stories

"Big brother, I have already looked at my one, and there is something else you need to know before you go any further. Grandmother Caroline isn't a wolf, she is the high priestess of Ravenclaw coven and headmistress of Ravenclaw Academy, which makes you, Bella, and me hybrids-that could be why you are having trouble controlling your magic. With Elena's dose of Alpha blood and also being an elemental, you're much more powerful than either of your mates." 'Oh great, more magic' his wolf grumped and Mikhail could feel the beginnings of a pressure headache cooking his brain. As he digested the new information his phone rang. Automatically he picked it up and confirmed that two full teams were on

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

Henry, looking utterly disheveled, asked Audrey for more details, "Are you sure the vampires wanted to attack her? And how did you manage to get away without getting hurt or bitten?" Audrey sniffled and wiped her tears, though it was hard to tell if she was really upset or not. She said, "I was right there when the vampires attacked. They did single her out and killed Adrian on the spot. I knew they were out to get her because she was bitten last. I tried to intervene but my guard stopped me and told me to hide… he got bitten afterwards." Rebekah couldn't believe what she was hearing and was filled with sadness. She said, her voice shaky, "But... but Lily is strong, she can protect herself.

Mavery said. “You’ve seen this, my Mave,” the little one said. The surprises kept coming. This little one knew of Mavery’s future visions. Not something he thought anyone besides him and his own knew. “Yes,” Mavery said. Who was this deadly being his mavery had just bequeathed him to, and why did mavery trust her with their existence and her secret? He opened his mouth about to speak when one of his people launched at the little one, taking a bite from her waist. He watched in a trance as the little one’s body stretched up and back, her head falling back just a bit as her feet lifted on tiptoe. That’s when he noticed she was wearing ballet shoes like his mavery. She struck a pose of beauty,

He turned to look at Damien Damien was one irresponsible vampire that cared not for the life of anyone. Damien's hands were soaked in thousands of people's blood. He literally killed for fun. Watching Damien care for a life for the first time in his existence made Alden question what his connection with the lady was "Bring her" Alden replied and walked out of the room. Damien carried Elsie and followed Alden into another room which had medical instruments in it

There were two ladders with wheels so that you could climb to reach a book you wanted. Sebastian pulled out a book or two to read the title, and then put them back. He decided on three. “These books are about various gifts vampires of the past have had and how to use them. There are three volumes. Let’s start there.” I took the books and looked at the unfamiliar words, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t read very well, if not at all anymore.” Sebastian said, “What do you mean. Haven’t you learned?” “When the Luna was alive, I had started my letters and sounds and started to build simple words. But after she died. The werewolves hated me and never gave me the chance to learn more.”

The memories came slowly, but they came. Frank had been drained of his blood by the blonde vampire that I saw him with in the theater. I was dating a vampire and his daughter drank my blood from my inner thigh after… well, after what she did. Frank’s blood was drained the same way. I couldn’t help wondering if the vampire who killed him brought him to erotic heights before sinking her fangs into him like Sasha had done with me. Was I dead? I threw the covers back to investigate my inner thigh. There was no sign of a wound. None of any sort. Remembering Sasha also bit my neck, my hand flew to where the wound should have been, but found nothing except smooth, warm flesh.

I am still carrying that energy when class ends and I end up in one of the academy's open courtyards afterward, sitting on a stone ledge and looking at my timetable and trying to decide if the rest of my day can possibly be worse than that. The courtyard is busy, students moving through it between buildings, and I am doing a reasonable job of minding my own business when I become aware of a shift in the atmosphere near the main archway. It is the kind of shift that happens when someone walks into a space and the space notices. I look up. There are four of them, vampire students by the look of it, moving through the courtyard with confidence. The one at the center is the reason everyone is no

She watched in fear, unsure what was happening. “This vampire broke the rule of mating,” the leader said. “Not as severe a violation as yours. But still, one that must be punished.” The leader nodded again, and an attendant stepped forward with a small vial of liquid. He reached up and splashed it on the chained vampire. The chained vampire started shrieking. Caitlin watched his skin bubble up all over his arm, welts appearing immediately, as if he were burned. His shrieks were horrific. “This is not just any holy water,” the leader said, staring down at Caitlin, “but specially charged water. From the Vatican. I assure you that it will burn through any skin, and that the pain will be horrifi

My thoughts were all over the place Saturday. I’d barely slept after I’d gotten home. All I could think about was him – Xander – and his promise to come to me again. I was nervous. I was excited. What did I want to ask? I guess I should start with the things I know about vampires, or think I know. I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone.