True Blood Vs The Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Then she looked directly at me, her eyes sharp, intelligent in that way that always felt a little too knowing for someone our age. Oh wait…she wasn’t our age. “No, Chase. There’s nothing that can actually repel a vampire. Not really. It doesn’t work like that.” Lucia shook her head gently. “You can’t repel them because it’s not about repelling. Vampires are naturally drawn to humans as prey, Chase. There’s no real way to ‘repel’ them. The drink helps with compulsion, maybe steadying your nerves, but it’s not a shield, it is not really going to guide you or chase them away from you, it can only cool your nerves maybe after it has been tampered by a vampire. And if you’re thinking about garlic

She said so I frowned. "The entire Vampire High student will be divided into groups. Whichever race you are, you will be there. All Pure Vampires will come together, all Half Vampires and Half witches will come together. If they come together the races will be paired and separated from the others. "she says. "Why?" I asked. "Because there will be a Game as a celebration of the 29768th year of Vampire high. So you are lucky because you can participate in that game." She said.

I was hiding in the car trunk of my boyfriend, Chase McGregor, while grabbing my pregnancy report in one hand. In the other hand, I held a limited-edition watch I had specifically prepared for him. I wanted to surprise him with my pregnancy. "Chase, you wouldn't actually marry Daphne, would you? "What can she offer you? Love? Loyalty? These are worth nothing in our world. "Lucille Gervais wants to marry you. Her family is in charge of the entire North Sea. Once you marry her, you'll gain control of all the shipping routes, cargo operations, and drug trade on the North Sea.

he breathed. “I know,” Darian said, raking a hand through his hair. It had grown out a lot since their trip. It wasn't just shaggy anymore, it fell slightly past his shoulders in a messy bad-boy style that suited him more than Bella would have liked to admit. “What did I say that's so disturbing?” Bella asked, refocusing. It was alarming how easily she could get distracted by superficial concerns now when there were real problems to solve. “You just described the way hunter blood supposedly smells to vampires,” said Darian. “All other creatures have an individual scent that identifies them to vampires, even humans. Hunters all smell like the sun, or at least that's the way their prey tell it

Darius said as he pulled up his sleeve while his fella that he met in the woods last night made out of the house with Lynette. “I want to borrow her for an hour. She would remain unscathed.” “What are you up to?” Aiden squinted at him as he got up with speed his jaw tightened and he clasped his fist. “It will come as a surprise,” Darius smirked before he tried to speed away, but Aiden pulled him back. “I just discovered that we became vampires the same day so you're not older or stronger. It's a matter of skills and I think I'm better.” He pulled him closer, fisting him on his stomach and bashing against his jaw. The strength behind his punch lifted Aiden three meters above the floor before

says Damion, "and that is the other thing that’s been bothering me. Is it the same book? Isn’t that too much of a coincidence? How come both Carl and Evarius meet me on the same day and ask for the exact same thing? What if...” “They are working together...” says Brent. “Exactly! He knew who Carl was.” “But he knows literally everything so we can’t count that,” says Tasha. “That’s true...” “Also, why? Why would a two-thousand-year-old vampire be working with a werewolf?" Tasha continues, "Aren’t werewolves and vampires usually against each other?” “They are,” says Damion. “And yes, I can’t see why they would be working together.”

“Heather, you make it sound as if you lived in some island far away somewhere. The pack’s got allies of its own you know, they’ll help if things get that way so stop overthinking and wait for your dad to bring the feedback, okay?” He cradles my face in his hands, lifting my face up to- eh? I scrunch my face up, probing his eyes. Oh my…when did his orbs turn crystalline slate-blue? “Sil- Troy…when did your eyes change color?” Don’t tell me he’s got his sight restored and he's been quiet since he shifted back. He gives me a clueless look and I throw a punch into his torso, stepping away. “You! You got your sight back and you didn’t even let me know?! That’s dirty!” I point an accusing finger a

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

They were different in that the one had blue eyes and dark brown hair and the other had dark brown eyes and lighter brown hair, but their facial features were exactly the same, freakishly so. All of Haydon's friends were quite friendly and not what I expected, and they also didn't really care that I was a Hunter. They actually contrasted a lot to Haydon who I had discovered was the mysterious, brooding leader of the group. In fact, I found myself taking a strange liking to them. Maybe it was because I hadn't really been exposed to enough. I mean the only vampires I knew were our school vegetarians who looked too dead and drained most of the time for me to actually even acknowledge that they

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten