Novel & Cerita Uncle John Vampire Diaries

"Yes, I know my uncle. He will be there to watch from a distance. He loves chaos and watching d--" Vince stepped up, cutting her off. “You keep saying your uncle?" Harlow looked over at him, "yes, the vampire over lord. The mad king, Onyx, or whatever you want to call him, is my uncle." The new comers stepped away from Harlow a bit, all except for Wayne. "Look, now is not the time for this. We have potential lives to save. We have to act fast." Harlow kept her temper in check, motioning for everyone to join hands.

“Whoever planned this covered their tracks well.” A humorless smile pulled briefly at my mouth before disappearing again. “That’s because Ethan isn’t the one planning it.” The words settled between us. Ethan was many things—spoiled, impulsive, manipulative—but strategic enough to orchestrate months of internal sabotage without exposing himself immediately? No. Absolutely not. Someone else was moving pieces behind him while Ethan ran around creating noise and distraction like an emotional idiot too arrogant to realize he was being used. My fingers tapped once against the desk as an old memory surfaced unpleasantly in the back of my mind. “When I was twenty-nine,” I said slowly, “my father tru

“I definitely do. If you have a business as big as mine and spend hours working on numbers that don’t add up, your eyes will fill up before you know it. not to mention there has been a lot of shit going on.” I know he was talking about what he found out at our father’s house. “Want to talk about it?” I invited him. “Sure, let’s sit down, my legs are starting to hurt.” He said and made his way to the couch. I followed him and we both sat down. I waited for him to talk. “Your mate’s uncle is the reason our parents separated. He found out about Mom being a vampire and threatened to expose them.”

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

He remembered how she entered his room. Like he told Sierra, he doesn't believe in coincidences. He is to meet his niece, daughter of his elder brother, who passed away a few years ago. Xavier promised to take care of Claire for his brother. After he is done, he walks out of his room to the deck to meet Claire. "Uncle, you are here" Claire exclaimed excitedly much to Sierra's shock. 'He is the groom?' Sierra thought with shock.

If I want to succeed I need him. “Kelvin took advantage of me,” I announced. He froze, his shoulder tightening as he turned to me. “What!” He asks, his voice sharp. Filled with tension. I shrug “ you heard me Damien. My beloved uncle took advantage of me at ten and my mum called it a baseless accusation but let me spare you all of that for later. Do you know why they came?” I ask him. He shakes his head, dropping the open bottle of wine on the table. “Why?”

I hear a hiccup only to see Mykayla fling herself into the man’s arms. “Uncle Dimitrios what are you doing here?” She asked. “Let her go.” I growled. “Devon, this is my Uncle Dimitrios. Why are you acting like this?” Mykayla asked. “Beautiful, he is a vampire, sort of.” I told her.

My uncle, a menacing figure, commands fear as an Alpha, he took over after my father's death. My father and uncle were once close, and I couldn't comprehend why he changed abruptly after being brutally murdered by the Lycan king, Kessler. He had vowed vengeance, but it seemed my uncle wasn't a match for the feared Lycan. He circled me, a devious smirk playing on his face. "Is he your mate?" With a shaky breath my heartbeat racing fast I answered "Yes, he is." Uncertain of his intentions, I couldn't shake the feeling that my uncle was up to no good.

Kira stood alone in the dimly lit living room, her palm pressed against the cold glass, her reflection staring back at her. It had been two months since her mother’s death, yet grief clung to her like a second skin. Her father, Samnyon, had buried himself in business, leaving her with silence. Sophia Kata had entered their lives soon after—soft smiles, gentle words—but Kira had never let her heart accept the woman fully. Because with Sophia came Sajah. Her step-uncle. Her forbidden flame.

The myth of who he was and what he could do. I turned around in bed, the sheets tangled at my feet. Scenes from dinner replayed in my mind. Dante’s smirk, the way his eyes lingered on me and the moment our skins touched. I closed my eyes briefly. I should not be feeling this way. He was my uncle and aside from that, he was a dangerous man.