Vampire Academy Book 1 Novels & Stories

The growl tore from my chest before I could stop it, the beast in me fought hard in my chest to be left free, it needed to rip Caspian to shreds for daring to speak about our beloved in that manner. My vision had turned red—everything looked red, black, long beastly claws replaced half of my fingers, my fangs tore into the bed of my bottom lip as I fought to rein the beast in. And even though Caspian was one of the strongest and oldest Vampires I know, he was frozen in place, eyes wide. “Ea- easy… buddy… easy…” I heard a pained whimper escape him as he grabbed onto the steering wheel to stop us from crashing. “Man, rein your fucking magic in, I don't want to hurt you.”

“Of course the magic prison school is a fucking vampire mansion.” My boots crunched on crushed white gravel as the magical cops, sorry, the “Arcane Order of Balance”, ushered me forward. I was still cuffed like a felon, soaked to the bone, and I couldn’t even remember my own damn name. I tried. Hard. My brain was like a TV stuck on static. No birthday. No parents. No first kiss. Just… panic. A blood moon. Lightning. Screaming. And a name I might have heard once. Is… something.

Seraphina’s POV The moment the driver drove through the iron gates of Noxshade Academy, I knew I was in a different world entirely. Even the air seemed to hold secrets and smelt like something ancient. The driver halted the car in front of a building that looked more like an eerie castle than an Academy. I had barely crossed the threshold into the courtyard when something lunged from the shadows. A blur of motion—low growls, claws scraping stone. I screamed as a huge, furred shape snarled in my face, red eyes glowing in the gloom. I stumbled back, heart leaping to my throat.

“I remember… the banquet. Then nothing.” His jaw tensed. “Victoria fed on you.” I nodded slowly, my hand subconsciously moving to my wrist, the memory flashing in my head. The puncture wounds burned with a strange heat like a reminder etched into my skin. “She’s a strong vampire. And her venom is not in your blood, but… she almost killed you. And for that I am sorry,” he said, turning to face me. Was... he apologizing? Nope. This had to still be another dream.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

As I was about to ask him something else, he spoke perverting me from adding any other world. " All vampires are sleeping, for now, do no one would annoy you - including me. So take the chance to learn more about yourself." With just that, he left, and I was now alone in the immense library. I took this as a chance to have a look around and read some random information. I gather as many as I could from books, but not any kind of books, the one that talks about the vampires' history and creation, the war between species, also a book of curses, and another one that describes Lycans as the number one enemy for vampires. I took all these books to my room and locked myself while reading. The firs

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

No one would take her away from him if he could help it. He could feel her need for him to couple with her and there was nothing more he wanted to do right now. She looked so lovely within his hands, submitting to him like this. Panting, he reluctantly pulled his shaft from between her swollen lips. George lifted her onto the bed and lay between her naked, creamy thighs. He couldn’t resist scoring her inner thighs with his fangs. His bite on her throat warned off any other interested vampires, but the taste of her life’s blood had changed, and he could no longer get enough of it.

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

I was completely out of control. Even if Geo tried to resist, I question if he could have fought me off. He may have been a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but I had the strength and power of a newbie with sexual needs that demanded satiating. One of the things I’d read and heard about vampires in the folklore while growing up was that, for the first few months after their transition, the newly made vampire possessed incredible strength that would rival the oldest of vampires. This was one tale that proved to be true. I held Geo in such a vice grip and devoured his lips with such passionate aggression that he grunted in discomfort rather than the lustful ecstasy I was experiencing.