The Vampire Diaries Fanfic Novels & Stories

I slipped my arms around his waist and liked the way it was making me feel to be this close to him. We were in this together and I was going to make this work no matter what. All I had to do now was convince him that he shouldn’t kill the ancient. At least, not yet. Once I convinced him, I would speak to my father. However, when he rolled his eyes and put his arms around me, I had only one thing on my mind. The movies were wrong. Vampires didn’t have just one thing on their minds when they turned. They had two. Sex and blood. I had been able to control my lust … Mostly anyway … Since I turned, but being around Fynn was like being in a chocolate factory! I couldn’t get enough!

"I didn't read your thoughts, my darling. It's like I can smell your lovely nectar from down below. Like you're asking me to try it, you're asking me to relish it, to taste you, again and again. Andrew was lost, her wild, fierce look in her eyes. The way her body coiled like she might spring at him again. The softness of her sweet, plump lips and the swell of her breasts under her crossed arms. Her smooth skin, the curve of her hips, and those long, lean legs, with his prize nestled tight between them. He wanted her. He craved for her to scream out from pleasure at what he was about to do. Diana shivered, reading his mind as his lips brushed across the back of her neck for the third time. 'Y

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

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

My mom comes out and hisses at me. "you idiot, she smacks me, fix this now she keeps crying ",mom walks off cussing and I head inside to find my mate asleep. She must of been exhausted. I kiss her forehead and love the tingles I feel. Yes vampires feel the tingles just like werewolves do. "I'm so sorry beauty more than you will ever know. I say softly to her sleeping form, please forgive me",I kiss her lips and crawl in beside her. My eyes drift shut and I hold her tight in my sleep.

bethany said “we were only out a day?” dius asked Bethany nodded “another first I've never seen someone come back from the bite and the sharing of blood with a vampire so quickly, i am fascinated” bethany said She frowned at the implication “what could possibly have upset you about what she said?” dius asked letting out a breath in annoyance “she’s making it seem like we are lab rats or something i don’t like it” she said crossing her arms as she moved her shoulders angrily

I went over to the desk in my room and started writing, ‘Hey Mom, it’s been a while. I found out a lot over this last week; first, Nick is trying really hard to get me to like him, it’s sweet. Second, he took me to the house of the witches and I discovered that Nicholas is my mate.’ I wipe some of my tears away, ‘A vampire is my mate. How could the Moon Goddess pair me with a vampire? I don’t know what to do, Mom. What about children? Would they be hybrids? I feel like I should tell him but I don’t know if I want to be with him; maybe I should reject him, at least then I’d be free to find someone that I could truly love. I wish you were here to help me, Mom, I need your advice; I don’t have

Danni was watching me carefully, taking in every change in my expressions, as she waited patiently for me to explain. But what was I supposed to tell her? “There was…someone else; another …guy who came out of nowhere. He…he was…” I fumbled with my words, because I simply didn’t know how to explain what I’d seen – not in a way that would make sense, and not leave me looking completely crazy. How do you tell your friend that you were saved by a vampire? Better yet, how do you make them believe you? Especially when you’re not sure ‘you’ even believe you?

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.