True Blood Fanfic Novels & Stories

Heck, I felt naked. "You..." My lips trembled and cut my words short. He was on the bed with the sheets pulled over his naked body. My boyfriend was in bed with my step-sister. What the fuck?! I always saw the way Veyra acted around Calyx, but I didn't think there was anything to it. Veyra’s eyes sparked with cruelty. “Look at you, trying to play wolf. How adorable and utterly useless.” She lunged forward. Calyx propped himself up on one elbow. His smirk cut deeper into my veins than any claw. “You were a wager, darling. I had a bet with my friends to get you and I did.”

We were out in the middle of nowhere. "We are of the bloodline of the True Bloods?" I asked, in disbelief. Travis nodded affirmatively. "So, if my father was a True Blood, that makes me one as well?" I asked, gulping. Travis didn't answer verbally. He gave a visual answer — His eyes turned blue. He then turned the rearview mirror in my direction. As I looked in the mirror, I saw my eyes had turned blue as well. My wolf resonated in response to his wolf.

"I promise to try." "I'm Tyson's girlfriend." I said. "OH MY GOD!!" Charlotte screamed. "Charlie!" My voice rose. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...." She clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide, her breathing loudly, her chest rising. "What? How? Why?" She removed her hands from her mouth. "I'm his Fake Girlfriend." I said slowly. "To make Skylar jealous so she comes back to him. I show up to his games, his parties, we look convincing, she gets jealous, she comes back, it ends."

I decided to slice my wrist very carefully, about as deep as a paper cut, giving me the few drops of blood that I need, and yet still heal within a few hours. I drip my blood onto the paper, then I turn to Ansel, he knows what I want by the look on my face, he doesn't say a word, just reaches out his arm to me so I can make the same cut on his wrist that I made on mine. I catch his blood as it drips off his arm and I add it to the drops of my own. They swirl and smoke as they mix, the smoke suddenly flashes bright red, then our blood turns dark purple. I finish the spell, stand up and walk over to Ansel. He is still sitting in the center of the bed, just watching me, I lean in and kiss him.

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.

he growled, his eyes flashing yellow. "My life was going a lot better before you showed up. I had to leave my school, my friends and everything I had achieved for myself behind, because of you!" She knew these words weren't fair. Evander was in as much control over the mating bond as she was. But she was angry and tired.

"You didn't tell me you were coming." As if that would have changed anything. As if it would have been better if I'd been kept completely in the dark, a fool for love. A cold smirk found my lips. Vale looked enraged. "I'm wrapped in the arms of your fiancé, the only Alpha of our Silverpine pack, and you just smirked. Aren't you jealous?" she said, clearly frustrated. She'd put a lot of energy into this, and I wasn't giving her the scene she wanted—the wounded female lead, causing a scene to cling to the side of a cheating scumbag.

"Your husband's best friend?" "Yes, Ren's best friend." "Ah." "And she's insane." He laughed. "That bad?" "You didn't hear them last night." I dropped onto one of his chairs. "Ren didn't even sleep with me." Adrian's eyebrows shot up. "He what?" "He chose Ayesha." I shook my head. "They're both upstairs—or rather, they're still downstairs—passed out on my living room floor. Tangled underneath a blanket like children at a sleepover."

Sheltered by a protective father and a loving mother. That was before the uprising, though. A small smile graced my lip as I shook my head with a sigh. I would be getting married in two days and my mother couldn’t attend. Because she was dead. Killed by King Blanchard Grimclaw during the uprising because she dared to take a stand when my cowardly father couldn’t. And that memory has always haunted him. My mother was his mate and he loved her. Somehow a part of him died that night. The shell that remained surrendered to The Capital and King Blanchard gifted him with Maryam Silverfote. An omega from Xintha.

And trust me, I'll have their head on a spike. “Come here, B.” Billie stretches her hand and I take it into mine. A drip is already attached to her hand and her hold on my hand isn't as strong as before. Fiona needs to cut her open and inject my blood directly in her womb and eggs. Since Billie drank my blood before and nothing has happened yet, she suggests we try this. For that to happen, Billie needs to go under. “Don't go?” Aside from the fear evident, I can smell the hope from her scent and in her voice, too. She wants this to work as much as I do.