Sarah Jones Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

He placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Oh, please." Sarah waved my presence off. "If she was so much of a threat, Sol would never have thought twice of bringing her here and letting her live in this house. We once thought he had lost interest in all the women in this world." She turned to me and asked, "You're a half-blood vampire, aren't you?" I nodded my head slowly.

“It’s extremely rare for werewolves to mate with humans, and even rarer for the offspring to survive. You are truly unique, Luna.” “But Sarah is a human, and she is pregnant with Levin, a werewolf. How is that possible?” I inquired, eager to understand more about my own origins. Andrew’s expression softened as he explained, “First, Sarah is not human. She is a witch with werewolf blood in her lineage. Second, the child she is carrying is not Levin’s biological child, but rather a result of a complex magical ritual that allowed her to carry a werewolf child.” This new information left me even more intrigued about the intricate connections between different supernatural beings and their abilit

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.

She shouted. Draven was intended to attack Lucifer but a wolf appeared on her side and put Draven to the ground. Lucifer turned as his body get slammed by Damon they both wrestled on the ground. Shaking with fear, Sarah scrambled back to her knees as she tried to get away from the middle of the bloodshed. A loud howl echoed as Draven bit into the wolf's flesh, tore him into pieces the wolf purrs with pain before his immobilized body landed on the ground with a loud third.

The supernatural world was full of danger and uncertainty, and as a vampire, I knew that I had to be ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. As i turned to return to my office, i suddenly remembered Sarah. Then i proceeded to the rest room she was. As I entered the restroom, I saw Serah standing in front of the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, and it was clear that she had been crying. "Serah, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice soft and concerned. She jumped at the sound of my voice and quickly tried to wipe away her tears. "I'm sorry, Armand. It's just...my younger brother is very sick, and I can't do anything to help him."