Uncle John Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

I couldn't think like that. "Why are you keeping me here? If you know Damon is dead, why haven't you killed me? Why am I even here having this stupid conversation with you?" I asked, and she nodded her head, a sick smile playing on her lips. "Well, my late father and my late uncle have a younger brother. Well, his name is Vincent, and he's quite... more deadly, more dangerous, and he loves to play games. But your dear man killed his two brothers who are like his mentors, so he wants you dead. Or if you interest him, you could be his new mistress. I fucked him once, even though he's my uncle, but not biologically, since I'm adopted, he's not my real uncle. He will be here any hour from now, a

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.

He hadn't gripped me that hard, but I didn't appreciate being manhandled. Johnathan crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at me. "Who are Aunt Serena and Uncle Charles and why do they have vampires visiting them at their home while my son is there?" He hissed. I glared up at him. "None of your business, he's my son, and I don't know." I hissed back. Johnathan practically turned purple and I swear he grew three feet, effectively filling the entire hallway. But just before he could explode I heard Cade and Rachel coming back into the house.

Before sitting down, he points to the man accompanying him. My king, I would like to introduce my great-grandson and heir. This is Typhon Blood. As you may know, my two sons and daughters-in-law died many centuries ago, killed by vampire hunters. My grandchildren died recently at the hands of werewolves in this war started by my king. I have this great-grandson left, who I love very much. Vlad continues to look at his uncle without looking at the young man. His expression was neutral. The uncle sits down, and the young man sits next to him.

Apparently that's his 'trying to look strick face' but seriously it's making him look like he has gas or like he's constipated. "What did you do"? he asked, lowering his voice. "Nothing much as yet" I answered giving my biggest smile. "How long have you known," my grandfather asked, looking at me like he has seen a ghost. "Since I was 13, and before you start. My parents didn't tell me anything I found out on my own and this, by the way, is my mom's brother uncle Kylen a vampire", I said gesturing to my uncle, then grabbing the box, pulling the ribbon free and opening the box.

Clark's expression turned sour as he demanded, "Dad, didn't you hear Grandpa's warning just now? Or is a brother who abandoned you more important than your own son?" Cyrus sighed. "I just want to talk to the doctor about the likelihood of Damon successfully recovering his memory. And no matter what, he's still your uncle." "Uncle? He's not even a part of the Sumners!" an angry voice said from the doorway. Cyrus and Clark turned their heads.

I stared in disbelief at my stern, prim uncle. "Uncle Marcus, I have great respect for you. It was you who took care of me after my parents died and taught me the hunter's skills. It was you who taught me to love life. But today, why do you insist that I were the one who stole the treasure in collusion with Vampires? Why?" The further I went, the more excited I became, even hysterical. Tears rolled down my cheek. Dean yelled, "Father, we need to give her a taste of the whip so she can tell us what she had been up to with the Vampires!" With that, Dean pulled a long barbed whip under his belt, covered with thorns, and handed it to Uncle Marcus.

I replied, stuffing some bites of pancakes into my mouth, but she rushed towards me almost immediately, "What? Tell me you're fucking kidding." She yelled, shaking my shoulders without stopping, "Gosh, what the hell is wrong with you? I don't even know him?" "How? Are you even on planet earth? How the hell could you not know the famous Ethan Thompson of the Phoenix pack. How the hell could you not know Jackson uncle!" Heather yelled and it was at that moment I let go of whatever was stuck in my mouth dropping the fork on the plate, "J….jac…Jackson's uncle??"

Zachery released a huff, “Why are you so Fixtated on Olivia, she’s not my daughter is she?” “You truly believe no man would take her from you, what if I did so, clearly you are undeserving of her.” Alex stated as he stood up. “Uncle! You are going too far,” Felix yelled in anger. Alexander turned to face Felix with a threatening smile on his face, “ I’m just joking, you should be calm but I am warning you Felix the next time you dare yell at me, that would be the day you lose your tongue…understand.” “Yes Uncle,” Felix responded with a sour expression. Right now, Felix wanted nothing more than to shoot his uncle on the head. While Felix thought of shooting his uncle on the head, Mr. Zachery

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of