The Vampire Diaries Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Surely, Dylan wouldn't let anyone hurt me? How much power does he have over Derek? From what I've seen so far, Derek does what he wants, and Dylan is expected to follow orders. I spend the morning alternating between pacing and lying in bed, worries swirling in my mind. Will the police find the body? What will Derek do me? What do I want to do about Dylan? He's... he's a werewolf. I saw it with my own eyes. Werewolves aren't supposed to exist. They do. How does this change things between us?

"No. They had human servants in their mansion. One of them stood as her parent while the husband transformed his body into a kid to match his wife's age." "And what's the ending? Did the female vampire get what she wanted?" "Nobody knows what happened to them after that." I pouted. "That's it?" I was silent for several seconds and thought deeply. "Why do you look sad?" Dyrroth asked. I sighed. "I just thought... If the husband loved his wife, he should have accompanied her to become a human to travel the world. Wouldn't that be better? No one would be hurt, and they would both be enjoying themselves. "

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.

She added and it was as if her words revived him and he came back to his normal self. Once a Vampire falls in love, he becomes possessive of his mate but in Ray's case he couldn't. Sam wasn't giving him any chance to but instead, she talks better of her Jerk Best friend. Jealousy could be what is making him behave like that. When he came out of the water, his body was bruised and Sam could see it. But as he slowly advanced towards her, the bruises healed by Itself. Sam went and began to touch his body just to confirm what she just saw.

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.

“Oh! Honey that is wonderful. You found your mate!” “NOOOOOOO…. Dad, you got to be kidding. I can’t be mated! I mean I just got a divorce and wait I can’t be mated to a vampire. He isn’t Pure-Blooded or anything. I mean I don’t think so! No, maybe he is a made vampire and that is why it was so strange I didn’t even detect him at the school….” She goes off on a verbal tangent while her dad tries to inject.

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

Being a creature of the night, I embraced the warmth of the Lycan Alpha's lips as a harbinger of change—a celestial alignment that defied the conventions of our supernatural realms. In that fleeting moment, I surrendered to the currents of destiny, my lips locking with her in a silent vow that echoed through the ages. The kiss, an ephemeral communion, spoke of a connection that transcended the confines of immortality—a union forged in the crucible of time, where vampire and Lycan found solace in the embrace of each other. Yes. She's a Lycan. A Lycan who was destined to end my life, but even after knowing that, I am still ready to get my life taken if it's her who’ll take it.

She is forbidden yet she always captivates my gaze. I could never fall for her luscious juices yet I am always enamored with the strong scent that makes me want to take one bite. I know one bite can't satisfy my cravings. Once I get a taste I know I won't let her go, she would stay for me in eternity in the blazing flames of the world created for our domination. Laila I took a well-deserved bath and binge-watched Vampire Diaries oh god, boys in leather jackets. Damon. I called Isabel and told her about my plans. And another outburst of Alessandro based on my decisions. cue eye roll.

She licked the rim of her cup. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “It’s just like the other night… when you hunted this for me. That Blood Rush was absolutely divine. I never knew losing control could feel so… exquisite.” Blood Rush. A state where a vampire, high on prime blood, not only has their power surge, but their libido hits its peak. So while I was fasting and praying for our wedding, they were out in the wild, indulging in this filthy ecstasy.