Stefan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes with a whimper, however, he didn’t hit me or break my neck as I had expected. Instead, his fingers traced my temple and down my cheek. My body froze at the gentle contact, unsure of how to react, I kept my eyes closed. I felt his fingers trace my lips, causing a jolt of electricity down my core. “Fucking beautiful,” He muttered under his breath, his eyes boring into mine. My eyes darted open in surprise, relief, and shock flooding my veins. His piercing blue eyes stayed hard when I looked at him, his lips in a firm line. Stefan was a rock, just as expressionless and cool.

I sank into the chair, my hands hovering over the keyboard, but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away, replaying Daphne’s scary face, her fangs inches from my neck about to rip it off, her voice dripping with jealousy and pure hatred. “You’re his,” she’d said, so sure I was stealing Alex’s attention, his affection, or whatever she thought he owed her. The idea was laughable, Alex barely tolerated me but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t want any part in her supernatural drama, her coven rivalries, or her twisted obsession with my stepbrother. I didn’t want any of this...the vampires, the blood, the constant fear of being someone’s next meal. I glanced at the posters on my wall

An unexpected source provided the break in the case: Stefan, a vampire who had been a member of the Purity Front for three years. He asked to meet with Aurora via encrypted means. Kieran and Kira warned her that it was probably a trap, but she still consented. "You'll defend me if it is," Aurora replied plainly. "But if he's genuine, we need the intelligence." They crossed paths at a Vienna human coffee shop that was ordinary enough to avoid supernatural scrutiny while being prominent enough to discourage aggressive behavior. Stefan looked to be between sixty and seventy years old, which is relatively youthful for a vampire.

The Beta urged. He noticed she suddenly paused as they got to the entrance of his chambers. “I don't bite…” he added then corrected himself. “Well, I won't bite you.” He added as he showed off his sharp fangs in a mischievous smirk. Kiara obeyed and got in with him. Stefan closed the door behind them. And when they were inside, right in front tof Kiara,Stefan slowly pulled his shirt over his head. Kiara's mind raced.

The man knelt in front of me as I sat down, taking my injured hand. His eyes met my face with a warm gaze, his cold face softening into a soft, yet incredibly warm expression. “This is my fault. I’m taking you to the hospital,” he said. I was hypnotized, shaking my head and smiling faintly. “Your face looks quite familiar, Miss. If I may ask, what’s your name?” he asked. “Stefani… my name is Stefani Chang,” I replied. He then smiled sweetly, then licked my bleeding palm. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it firmly. Strangely, the wound on my palm suddenly dried up and the scar disappeared.

Five years ago, I married Cassian, the vampire I had grown up with. We had known each other since we were children, and both clans were glad of the match. I believed we would stay beside each other the way we had promised when we were small. Then Cassian fell in love with a human maid. By that time, I was already carrying his child. He turned on his own clan for her anyway and ran off with her to the human world. Everyone was laughing at me. I stayed behind in the vampire territories alone, pregnant, calling Cassian more times than I could count and sending people out to find him. He never came back. In the end, he refused even to hear any news of me. He only had someone deliver a message. "

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

This man did know really well how to ruin her mood. Veronica Darren could not hold her anger when she heard the words of a super stupid werewolf man named Stephen Laurent. A man who was blessed with good looks with his thick bad boy aura but always managed to change the atmosphere every time he felt touched by everything Stephen had done to her. She was not sure if she should follow Karl's suggestion that allowed her to approach the man or not. Because as Karl said, Stephen was not the type of guy to be approached easily. Whether Karl meant being sarcastic when he said that or not, she did not know.

Stefan, grappling with words, extended a straightforward apology for the error that landed Sarah in this situation, recognizing it originated from his actions. Sarah turned towards Stefan, her expression void of emotion. "When I exposed your lie, why didn't you disclose Ashley's role as your accomplice?" 'Ahh, failing to inform Sarah about her sister's deception was a colossal mistake,' Stefan reflected, acknowledging the magnitude of the error he had made. "As you guided me towards understanding and I changed my ways, I had a conversation with Ashley, and she assured me of reform. I never grasped the extent of her obsession with Ronald's love, to the point where she would attempt to harm he

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.