Vampire Academy Book 1 Novels & Stories

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

Caspian said as he handed the book to his father, “There seems to be someone who had the intent of killing Amilia.” “How do you know its power?” asked Count Vlad. “It’s easy. The book mentions a rock, a sacrifice, power, and the letter “A” in the last entry,” Caspian indulged. “And all those show Amilia, right?” said Mirela. “Indeed,” whispered Octavius as he read the book. “Where did you get this?” asked Octavius. “I gave it to him. Why?” Count Vlad asked. “Because the one who wrote this was a witch vampire,” Octavius inquired.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

“I feel stronger, and everything is heightened. I can see better, I can hear for miles, I can smell literally everything. Being a vampire is so weird. I never thought any of this stuff was possible, but here I am. Living a vampire life and it’s surreal.” “But you’re enjoying it?” I asked, a bit skeptical. “Oddly enough, yes,” she admitted. “I didn’t think I would. The first night I woke up and…” her voice trailed off as the memory came back to her. I winced at the thought because I knew she was thinking about the night she almost killed me. “Well, you know…” she said sheepishly. “I thought that was it for me. I thought I was going to live a life of severe hunger and bloodlust. I thought I wo

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

My hand started to hurt, but I didn’t flinch. “Let me go,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Unless you want the whole school to hear how a vampire is grabbing a human girl like she’s some kind of pet. A poor, weak girl who’s in love with someone else, but the big bad vampire just can’t let her be happy. Is that what you want people to hear?” He leaned in closer. I could see the way his jaw ticked, how his eyes burned. “Then scream,” he said. “Scream, Rowena. Go ahead.”

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

An immense desire to suck on her finger to taste a small drop of the crimson liquid gnaws me. “Y-you are not a human, are you?” She says meekly. “What do you think?” I smirk, exposing my canine. This human stirs the side of me that I have buried years ago. “Y-you are a v-vampire!?” She gasps loudly, covering her mouth with her free hand. I smile smugly. “Yes!” “I was right!” She squeals. “I was right from the very first moment I saw you!” Ignoring her excitement, I bring her finger near my mouth and capture it with my lips, sucking on it gently.

But the gilded gold title was what caught my eye. Vampyres and their Nightmates My breath came in short, quick gasps, and I watched my hands reach for the book and flip it over as an observer, rather than an active participant. I could feel the book between my hands, even as my fingers moved without my permission, or my guidance; I could feel its strange, almost fuzzy texture, and I could smell the musty old-paper smell as I pressed it flat, open on the page Kathrena had been reading. Then it felt as though my dead heart stopped beating for a second time. Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath:

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?