Sarah Jones Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"There is something I must warn ye about. Jones is a ruthless vampire. Please be careful, lass." Selene's interest is piqued. "How so. Now you have to tell me everything. You can't just tell me he is ruthless without an explanation." Maddie wraps her hands around Selene's. "Jones is older than Luke by a century. One hundred years ago, tales were told about Joyful Jones, a vampire who took joy in torturing and killing humans. He was the cautionary tale of what happens if one wanders too far from their village. When he became Alpha of Thorne Nest, he had hundreds of vampires at his disposal. He got bored with just torturing humans, so he began to conquer villages and take women for his vampire

A desperate one. I flagged down a cab. “Take me anywhere” spontaneous and stupid. I know. I didn't want control, she looked me over before smirking. “I know just the place.” “I'm Jae by the way,” she said over the rock music playing on the radio. “Sarah.” “Loosen up, Sarah. Some of you werewolves are always so uptight, I can tell you wanna sing along” “Excuse me?” Utterly stunned. “I said I can tell you wanna sing along!” she yelled over the music.

My meat stick hurt and I couldn't wait for Rose's marshmallow-white breasts to squeeze it so she could suck on it. I was sure that Sarah was just being jealous. Sarah was the daughter of my father's second-in-command, Beta Negan. She was twenty-three years old and had yet to find a partner. Though Sarah was considered beautiful in New Moon Pack, she was no match for Rose. Sarah was rumored to have a crush on the Alpha of Sunset Pack, but I didn't think much of it because I had experienced Sarah's sexual prowess.

She dressed quickly but carefully, knowing that every move now was critical. Damon appeared in the doorway, dressed sharply as always, but his eyes were bloodshot from a sleepless night. He pulled her into a quick, possessive hug. “Whatever happens today, I’m not losing you.” Her heart surged, but a shadow crossed her face. “Damon, there’s something I haven’t told you. It’s about that night... about Betty.” He pulled back, his gaze sharp and demanding. “What is it?” Sarah hesitated, then plunged in. “I saw someone that night, right after Betty... someone watching. I thought it was just my imagination, but now I’m sure.”

“You do realize that if he did it once, he could do it again?” “You make it sound like he cheated or something…” Michelle shook her head. “That’s not what happened at all. We didn’t end on bad terms exactly. It’s just… I was in deeper than he was. The timing wasn’t right. He didn’t just ghost me or anything.” “He’s a werewolf,” Sarah said. Her eyes turned cold. “SO am I, apparently.” Sarah set her jaw. “You know that’s not what I meant! You didn’t know that until recently, and he’s older and grown up in it. He’s in a position of real power. I read all those pamphlets about packs and mating and all that and—”

They both look so worried about sir Daryl. I clutched my wrist. I can feel my pulse and know my blood is flowing inside my veins. "He needs blood, right?" I said, and they both looked at me and didn't bother protesting against what I was about to do. I approach sir Daryl, and since he's unconscious and won't be able to bite me, I slice my finger until it bleeds and let my blood drop to his lips. And after a minute or two, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulled me to him, and plunged his fangs into my neck.

“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.”

to taste her. Akira noticed his urge to taste her blood, she could feel it through the slowly tightening grip on her hand. And although she was sick at the sight of him—a vampire, she leaned closer to him. “Stop wasting my blood, vamp. I don't have fucking unlimited blood.” Akira argued and removed his hands from her hand. Her brows slightly arched when the pain started to kick in but she didn't mind it. Her goal was to end this quickly.

she yelled, feeling the sting of tears. “I told you, love. Death is a punishment far too easy.” “I'd rather die than become a blood bag to some bunch of sadistic vampires.” Draven could hear the determination in her voice. She paused, trembling where she stood before storming out of the room, leaving him behind in a turmoil of emotion. He let out a sigh, his eyes settling to their usual color and his fangs retracting. He'd made a terrible decision in the throes of passion and he knew it, but he wasn't one to go back on his words.