The Vampire Diaries Script Novels & Stories

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?

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Just as I ran toward the door, my bare foot snagged on a piece of glass on the ground and blood spattered around me. I yelled out in pain, nearly falling to the floor. My foot throbbed from the cut, and I heard the vampire gasping. When I turned back, I saw the hunger in his eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing fangs, and his breathing grew immensely. Dark swirls covered his face, and his eyes were black like the night sky. He lunged toward me in a quick motion. I managed to grab the door and pull myself out of the room, slamming the door shut just as he reached me. He ran into the door, but it snapped off its hinges as he did so.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

Veronica said in a low tone, but Derek was totally lost in the sweetness of her blood. "Derek!!"Veronica shouted. Derek opened his eyes and removed his fangs from her neck and licked the rushing blood from her neck dry, before licking his lips. "I feel dizzy." Veronica said looking at Derek weakly. "You will be okay." Derek said in a reassuring voice as he watched her eyes close slowly and soon he also feel unconscious. A/N: hey guys, Hope I didn't make you wait for too long 😋 Hope you liked the chapter😊 Yea... Derek is going to be okay👌

“You said it like you knew before. Like you expected it. Don’t lie to me. You knew!” I grabbed her arms roughly, slamming her back against the table. My eyes flared red. I felt the shift come over me....claws, fangs, the rage crawling up my throat. Her vampire side responded immediately—fangs bared, nails sharpened. “You should be thanking me, Adrian!” she screamed. “I did it for you! Instead of licking her damn shoes wherever she goes, maybe grow a spine and let her go! Or better yet, come back to me!”

“It’s okay. But I know you won’t use such language around our daughter.” She nodded. “No. Of course not.” It was funny that I had thought she was prim and proper and wondered how relaxed she would be. But come to find out, I was the one who was more of a prude. Go figure. “Please, continue.” “Of course.” She smiled sheepishly, reminding me a little of Princess Diana, but with long hair. “When I was eighteen, I met a young man and fell madly in love. Unbeknownst to me, he was a vampire.” She let out a deep breath, looking down at her hands in her lap. When she lifted her eyes, sadness was prevalent there. “My father wouldn’t let me marry him. When I wouldn’t give him up, they killed him, but

- Oh, Steph… - Say that again? - I know you are in disbelief, I was too. Do you remember my dream? - The one you are having every single night? How can I forget it? - Well, it was like I was living it. Only this time my savior wasn’t there. It was only me. - Are you trying to tell me that you fought with your bare hands with a vampire? - Not only that, I also killed him. - What? How?

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.