Sarah Jones Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"Sarah fought beside us. She risked her life—" "She's not the same person anymore." Elena pulls up more files. "Three years ago, Sarah's daughter was killed by a rogue vampire. Since then, she's been quietly divesting from supernatural causes and investing in companies like Helix." "She's weaponizing her grief," Sera realizes. "Turning her loss into hate." Connor can't process it. Sarah Morrison was at his graduation. She congratulated him when he opened his clinic. She sent flowers when he and Amara mated.

Sarah and I are focused on keeping the enemy away from Malcolm and the Phoenix as they fight back together, their movements coordinated as if they have been fighting by each other’s sides for years. “Need a hand?” Damon comes out of nowhere, killing one very persistent snake shifter who had been about to sink its teeth into my neck from behind. “Thanks!” I shout back, covering Sarah’s back before transforming into a wolf and sinking my teeth into one of the enemy who was creeping towards Sarah. Sarah is alternating between fighting with her weapons and then transforming and just biting off heads. We’ve already gotten rid of the vampires which is a relief but I’m a bit concerned over how she’

“Sarah is one of my finest weapons. She was a nurse in the human form before she discovered she was from the lineage of the witches. She was trying to investigate her background when she came across this mysterious man (well, me), who bit her neck and made her into a half-breed vampire. She heals slower than I can, but she sees into the future. She can't cast a spell, but she can elegantly walk around in broad daylight. She has been with me ever since, and even when things went south at some point, she was there. She was so supportive and loyal to me, and I don't ever want to lose her, making me subconsciously give her anything she wants, as long as it is within my reach!

Hunter sputtered, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in confusion. "Lance told me of a werewolf that'd probably be protecting his sister. So, I laced my silver dagger with Lycanthroxin… just so it'd kill even if he's just scratched by me." Sarah sniffled, soiling her hands with the blood on the dagger. "I didn't want any of this to happen." The whole time, she refused to look into Rose's eyes for fear it'd cause her to die faster. Rose slowly felt Sarah's face and smiled weakly. "I hate it when I see you cry. It takes away your beauty."

"I never really knew you existed, to be honest. Until that whole thing in the hallway. You know. That dramatic little stone you threw about Dominic being a werewolf?" Her laugh was light. Sweet. Deadly. "I mean, wow. That was... creative," she said. "If you wanted his attention, there were other ways, you know? You could’ve dyed your hair or maybe worn something tighter. But werewolf? Bold." I stayed quiet. My nails dug into my palms beneath the table. Sarah let out a breath beside me. I felt her energy shift, like a fuse had just sparked. Her eyes narrowed. She leaned forward just enough to make it clear she wasn’t here for the pleasantries.

She picked up another one and smashed it into the bowl with far more force than necessary. Julian Thorne is forcing Sarah into a role she has spent a lifetime avoiding. Is he trying to humiliate her, or is he testing to see if the "Goddess of the Academy" is still hidden under the scars of her marriage? As Sarah struggles with the simple act of making noodles, will this forced intimacy rekindle a spark from their youth—or will it prove that Julian Thorne is the one man Sarah Vance can never truly handle?

It was a woman draped in furs the color of dried blood, her face twisted into a smirk that had cost me everything on my eighteenth birthday. "Sarah," Killian growled, the name sounding like a curse. "Hello, little sister," Sarah said, her voice amplified by the station’s external speakers until it boomed across the silent lunar plain. "I told you the roots go deep. You thought you could bury me in the Ravine, but the South has very long memories". She wasn't just Sarah anymore. Her skin was a translucent, sickly grey, and her eyes were bulging with an obsidian light that signaled she had finally surrendered to the infection. She was the bridge the Director had wanted—the human host for a Voi

And I've to continue this until my time of matching with my mate doesn't come And the most upsetting part is I don't get to eat any single piece of bread if I don't cooperate with my brother with his training. My brother Victor is a robust, strong, and eligible werewolf among our pack. And he is not my blood-related brother but he is my cousin brother by relationship. Cause he is the son of my aunt Camilia Jones and he is in charge of giving me the training because his mother insisted him to do so After I got out after finishing the training session, I happen to pass by my father Humphrey D. Jones, and my aunt Camilia. I don't w what he was doing here

" I voiced my concern. Daniel gazed intently into my eyes, ensuring I was fully attentive before speaking freely, observing my reactions carefully. "Vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, and many other creatures aren't merely fictional stories portrayed on television shows or in movies; they are real, Sarah. I am a werewolf."

These feelings didn’t make sense. She was a different kind of beauty than my mother wolf. I shook my head, feeling as though I was in some sort of trance. I knew deep down, Sarah was a monster—she was a vampire, an enemy of werewolves, and had gotten my mother killed. I couldn’t forgive her for that. Yet I yearned to be near her. When I first met Sarah, she was a cute little girl full of energy and the will of a warrior, ready for anything, and I was immediately drawn to her. I was so enamored with her that I persuaded my soft-hearted mother, Margaret, to take Sarah in and adopt her.