Vampire Academy Blood Sisters Novels & Stories

It was a note, a darn hidden note clenched in his fist. Anaztasia picked it up. It was a note, the recipient unknown. Avril noticed him and halted. “What is it?” “To the vampire or werewolf who picked this up…” Anaztasia started to read. He dropped the body gently and inched closer to her. “Continue,” Avril commanded. “The Blood Mistress and her mother are just in the vicinity of Shamrock for years.” Both are stunned. They looked at each other in incredulity; Avril waved a hand to read further.

“She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.” “Why now?” Lysandra asked cautiously. “Because,” I said, walking back to my chair and sitting down slowly, “when a stranger tries to break you, you fight. You scream. You claw your way to freedom.” I held up the photo. “But when blood turns on you, when your own sister is the one with the dagger… you hesitate. You don’t scream. You break from the inside.” I said calmly. “And there is nothing better to break a woman than her own sister. Her blood. If she had ma

Nanami Vincent returned to her domain and coldly looked at the scene in front of her. The memories she wanted to hide appeared. That year, Nanami Vincent hated a lot of people. They turned Nanami Vincent into a bloodthirsty vampire, and vampires must use blood to survive. Nanami Vincent touched her lips, and she really couldn't remember why and who turned Nanami Vincent into a vampire. Nanami Vincent, out of sadness, turned her older sister into a vampire, hoping to have someone by her side. But in the end, that selfishness killed everyone. No one was happy. No one was happy.

Selene interrupted her sister, saying, "No, remember those books, Titi? We read those vampire books and their names were normal. They had names like Edward, Rose, Victoria, and so on." Katia swung to look at her sister and said that it was about make-believe vampires. "Those vampires had glitter all over them or something. Remember they sparkled in the sun. No real vampire would do something like that." She looked at Bob for reassurance, and he just nodded in the affirmative.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

Cecilia refused to marry Damian Blackwood, Commander of the Northern Night Watch, after he was struck by a vampire hunter's Eclipse Silver. The poison had corroded his spine and left both his legs paralyzed, and she refused point-blank to honor their families' marriage pact. So my parents slipped sedatives into my dinner and loaded my unconscious body onto the night train heading north. By the time I woke, a blood bond mark had been seared into my wrist. The North was a land of endless snowstorms, where vampire hunters and feral vampires took turns besieging the fortress. The Eclipse Silver had locked down Damian's body, rendering his healing almost useless. To save him, I studied the silve

The pack fought valiantly, each member embodying the resilience and unity that defined them. The pack gathered in a clearing within their territory, united by their shared purpose and unwavering loyalty. Dakota and Claire stood at the forefront, their love serving as a beacon of courage for their kin. Surrounding them were their siblings, each bearing the weight of their unique supernatural gifts. Dakota's younger sister and Claire's dear friend stood by their side, her vampire instincts honed and ready for the impending battle. Her gaze held a mixture of concern and determination as she glanced at her brother and Claire, understanding the complexity of their relationship.

They didn't know that I was slowly turning into the same kind of tyrant that had sacrificed my sister all those years ago. But I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was bringing my sister back, no matter the cost. And as the day of the Blood Moon Ceremony drew closer, I knew that our power was unstoppable. Together, my sister and I would reign over the Elven kingdom, and none would dare to challenge us. For we were the sisters of darkness, the ones who had been wronged but had risen up to claim our rightful place. And nothing, not even death itself, could stop us.

A sharp stench of burnt hair and flesh spreads as the fire eats the vampire woman's skin and long white hair. Belinda turns up the heat. I can see her body trembling with concentration, and slowly the girl gets the stone vortex to glow. Soleil lets out a bitter scream and kneels down. All three sisters are pushed to the limit. I can just look on helplessly and wait for it to be my turn. Martha has finally gathered enough soil for the pillar. She closes the connection and nods to Belinda. “Come on, kin ! Let's fuck that bitch off !”. Sweat springs up on the young sister's forehead as she gives it everything she has in her. Finally the mass melts and she sits down exhausted as the last fire le

The moment hung in suspended animation, the moon casting its silvery glow upon the tableau of siblings locked in a perilous struggle. Dylan responded with a mix of surprise and contempt, driven by a malevolent desire to kill both Silas and Chastity. The twisted dance between the siblings reached its zenith as Dylan, exploiting the opening, delivered a decisive blow to Silas's head, shattering the calculated defense of the elder vampire.