Vampire Academy Book 1 Novels & Stories

Should it be Lucas who looked like he could snap my neck or Eric who I had used? Getting back to my room, I saw Hayley with that book again, it was as if she was obsessed with it. Seeing me, she immediately closed it. The bold words ‘Initium omnia’ stared back at me. Lucas had said it meant “‘beginning of all”. The heavy leather binding book seemed to pulse with hidden energy, as if alive. Hayley got a call, leaving the room. Seizing my opportunity, I opened the book. The first word I saw was “vampires.” “Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more

I pressed my hand against my chest and whispered into the darkness. *I still hate you. But I don’t want you to destroy yourself.* The pain subsided. As if he had heard me. Or as if the bond had carried the message. I drifted off to sleep with the feeling that something was changing. Slowly. Dangerously. And unstoppably. The next morning, there was something on the chair again. This time, a small book. An old manual on Fae control. Inside was a slip of paper with just one line. *Read this. And come to training tonight. Just the two of us.*

The red-eyed vampire from before stepped forward slightly, his gaze locked onto her mark with something dangerously close to fascination. The golden-eyed wolf didn’t move, but his stare intensified. Virelle felt it like a physical weight “What is this place?” she pressed, her voice tightening despite her effort to stay composed. The man’s attention returned to her face. “You are in Blood Oath Academy,” he said, the words settled into the air like a verdict. “A place,” he continued, “where those chosen by blood are trained, controlled… and, if necessary, eliminated.” Virelle’s breath hitched. “I’m not supposed to be here,” she said immediately. “You said it yourself, I wasn’t meant to be summ

“Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.” “Why am I here?” “Vampire covens and races are always at war. They are very territorial. Unfortunately, you stumbled right into the middle of it.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “How?” He looked at her, confused. “Don’t you remember?” She stared back, blankly. “Your kill. It ignited all of this.” “Kill?” He slowly shook his head. “So, you don’t remember. Typical. First kills are always that way.” He looked her in the eye. “You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.”

Right now I feel I would rather drown myself in boiling holy water than become Queen. Several of the maids stopped in their tracks and bowed their heads in respect as I stormed past them. I should be used to this by now but I still want to breeze past them so they wouldn’t have to bow down every time I walk by, but unfortunately, one of the first things I’ve learnt after being a vampire is that vampire speed eats up all your energy and as a turned vamp, I still don’t have that kind of energy. Trust me when I say this, I’ve learned it by trial and error. The first time I’ve tried it, I’d ended up sleeping for two days straight. But that hadn’t stopped me from trying again. But I had to stop w

My forehead suddenly creased because it became familiar. "The Luna Princess can create scenarios in her mind to escape reality and that's where the Vampire Prince saw her but didn't even dare to introduce himself as her past lover in her past life because he's afraid that what if the woman that he loves will disappear again just like in her past life? He can't bear that so he's now okay for now to talk to her in her imagination and waited for the right time how to lift the curse," he said and nodded his head. I don't know what to feel now. I should be happy with the story, right? But why do I feel like the story he's talking about seems connected to me or I'm just assuming something?

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

Christopher asked, stirring what appeared to be a pot of spaghetti on the stove. Before Grace could answer, the back door came bursting in, shards of glass flying across the room, peppering the couple with fragments. Grace threw her hands in front of her face to protect her eyes. When she pulled her arms down, she began to scream. Looking into the maniacal steel gray eyes, there was no doubt in her mind now that Jack Carol and his brother were Vampires. * * *

Relieved the first person I connected with here was one of us. To them, it meant safety and stability. A familiar face in unfamiliar territory. But to me, it felt different. Strange. I’d never had vampire friends before—not really. And deep down, I knew Sebastian didn’t just want to be a friend. It seemed like he wanted something more. School was quiet that morning. I didn’t really know anyone else yet, except for you, of course. My first class was French. I liked French. It was one of the few classes I never skipped.

"This is just a diversion, so we don't suspect him." "Vander, please give this book to Noura. Tell her to study it asap." Vander looked at the book Carlen had given him. His brow furrowed when he saw the book title in his hands, 'Vampire Power Book'. Why did Princess Noura learn this? Hasn't Noura mastered all vampire science?