Vampire Academy Book Summary Novels & Stories

I had developed a month ago, the details of the newly made popping up immediately, gleaning the information, I scrolled down to reveal his location at the moment and the vampire who had made him. And the crowd erupted in a cheer, admiring my work, I took a bow, spotting a few jotting down my name as the crowd moved on. The day quickly bled into night, as we were ordered back into our classrooms to view our postings, catching up with Sacha, who was absentmindedly munching her thumbnail and Kane, who looked ecstatic as always. I hugged them from behind and let out a squeal, signaling my presentation had gone well and asked them about theirs. They both affirmed, although Sacha was still munchi

My legs move before my mind can catch up, my body acting purely on instinct. I don’t know how long I run. But when I stop, I’m standing in front of a small, windowless building. Dark. Isolated. I push the door open. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of blood. The metallic tang coats my tongue, making my fangs ache. My vision sharpens, cutting through the darkness like a blade. And there, leaning against the wall is one of the other vampires kidnapped. The one that seemed to be the strongest of the three.

The second traitor struck three days later. I was in the Thornwood Forest, trying to reinforce the defenses, when I felt it through the bloodline. A vampire dying. Then another. Then three more in rapid succession. Not from the justice curse. From violence. "Sera!" Caspian's voice came through our bond, tight with panic. "Get back to the academy. Now. We're under attack." I ran. My dhampir speed carried me through the trees faster than thought. But even as I ran, I felt more deaths through the bloodline. Felt the academy's shields failing. Felt something massive tearing through our defenses like they were paper.

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

The ring on her finger burned with power. Lucien grabbed her arm. “We need to leave. Now.” Cael tilted his head. “She’s not going anywhere.” Because from above them, the stairwell collapsed. Stone. Fire. Darkness. And Alya Roth? She was trapped in a tomb with two vampires. One who swore to protect her. And one who used to rule her. ~~~~~

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

I lied. He laughed once. “You should be.” He turned. Walked out. Door slammed. I stood there, chest heaving. Note gone. Truth screaming. Christopher Chan. My savior. My mystery guy. The vampire. And he just told me to stay away. I sank onto the bed. “Of course,” I muttered. “Of course the one person who believed I was worth saving already hates me.” I was already loving this place though. Especially after learning all four brothers would be at the same academy.

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."