Uncle John Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

Downer shouted. Erin bowed, then spoke to them. "If we intended to kill you, I would have easily done it earlier," Erin said, flashing her vampire eyes which only made them even more scared. "Erin," I said after arriving beside Uncle Ronald, Erin then released the gravitational pressure on Uncle Ronald. "Uncle, I'm Aldho Fallmoer, your nephew," I said, helping him up. "No way, Aldho is still the same age as my son Bob." Uncle Ronald didn't believe me, but kept his cool.

To be honest, I’m a little confused about what happened. So my uncle died last Tuesday, and his child, our cousin, told us that before our uncle died, he said that he saw fire on the windows of the hospital room. At the other end of the room, there was smoke, and after that, he mentioned that he saw a person with fangs going near him. He described it as a vampire, but we thought it may be a demon. Then my uncle started taking in his last gasps of air... After a few more moments, he then breathed a long deep breath, and he died.

Was his next question. “Yes! Tell me.” I almost clapped in joy but figured I'd probably look mental to our “beloved hosts". The man sitting on the head chair is my father, King Nichole. The man on his right is my uncle, King Haron. The last one is the person whom I hate the most, my cousin, Daniel." A scowl overtook his handsome face at the name. I nodded thoughtfully. So the extremely handsome vampire was his father, the charmingly handsome vampire was his uncle and the irritating prick was his cousin.

“It’s so funny. Did you know vampires hire bounty hunters and private investigators more than normie’s? They pay the best money too and usually send me after other vampires.” I did not know that. Seemed kind of self-defeatist to me. They should be trying to build each other up rather than tearing each other apart, but that was just my opinion. “I did not know that.” I listened to him drone on about work for at least a good five minutes before I could finally find a time to cut him off. “Hey Jax, I can’t stay on the phone for too long with the rates for international calls and all of that jazz. I just wanted to let you know that as of this evening you are officially an uncle.”

he mumbled softly and I growled low glancing at the door Violet had exited from. "Please stay for supper, I'd like you to meet my close circle and my uncle. That is if you partake in the actual consumption of food," I told him as I stood. Devin nodded and told me he would be honored. I invited him out into the kitchen and my son ran up to him with big eyes and with his hand raised in greeting. "You're a real full-blood vampire, how cool," Fillan gushed and shook the man's hand. Devin was laughing and introduced himself to my uncle and Mabel. I went to Violet's side and informed her that I had invited Devin to dinner and she eyed me oddly.

“As I already told you yesterday, this is going to be the beginning of a new season in your life, and I wish you happiness and good health until we meet again. Now, go and present yourself to your family.” Erin felt tears stinging her eyes after hearing that brief but heartfelt speech from her father. She could tell that her parents loved her very much and were sad to see her go, even though they know it was inevitable. She blinked back her tears and continued her walk towards the Prime Alpha werewolf, Vak Smallchief, who turned out to be a younger, more virile version of her future uncle, Antoine Brown. My goodness! Uncle Antoine is our ancestor? Erin thought in surprise. So, her uncle was

Uncle John snaps. “Dante and I have talked about this,” Tony says so tightly I imagine him gritting his teeth. “If something happens to him—” “Look, I love the kid, but you and I both know he’s been off his game recently,” Uncle John replies with vitriol. “Why don’t we just—” He drops his voice lower, and I lose the ability to hear the conversation.

My brother was a little pissed to find out from me, but hey I like pissen him off… what else are little brothers for, right? 🔷🔷🔷 Durani POV To say the day hadn’t been eventful would be a lie because, it was more than eventful. I’d meet the boys mom and Dante’s apparent fiancé, who by the way was so his type if he and his brothers didn’t do the whole sharing thing, which thankfully they do, or who knows where I’d be right now. I also meet their uncle Johnathan, and let me tell you he’s like an older version of Dante. A clown, the one who can make a room of sad people laugh and a funeral seem like a celebration.