Vampire Academy Full Novels & Stories

the girl beside her said, as though the conversation had already moved past introductions and was circling back for formality's sake. "Zara." "I know." At Zara's look, Sera shrugged one shoulder. "There are five of you. The academy has been preparing for this intake for months. Everyone knows your names." She paused. "Most people just won't use them." --- The dormitory they'd been assigned was in the academy's north building older than the main structure, the ceilings lower, the corridors narrower, the kind of architectural afterthought that communicated its purpose without needing a sign. Human students here, everything else somewhere more central. Zara had expected it. She'd read enough ab

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

“I believe you’re more important than you know. And I believe you’ll survive this.” Something in her tone made me shiver. The next day, in the dining hall, the stress snapped. A wolf shoved a vampire at the long table. The vampire growled, baring fangs. Fire sparked from a dragon’s hand in reaction. Humans scattering, screams ringing. Elias appeared in a storm of energy, knocking the tables apart with unseen force. “Enough!” His voice shook the walls. “If one drop of blood spills here, I’ll end this academy myself.”

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

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.

If they stared at him, it was only because his appearance was so perfect, it stood out from the crowd. As soon as Lucasta got home, she ran into her room and charged her phone. When the phone screen turned on and the operating system finished booting, she fulfilled her promise to Samson and deleted all the game applications. At the same time, she received a text message from Calantha and suddenly remembered that tonight was the time when the movie The Haunted premiered. It was a movie about vampires that Calantha had bought tickets for in advance and invited her to watch together. The movie would be shown at eight o'clock at night, so Lucasta frantically ran to the bathroom and showered as q

Cent looked around for any signs of zombies but found none. The zombie girl, taller than her, walked towards her. “My name is Matilda, girlie. You are not lost. This is the Malevolent Dorm. This is the graveside for the zombies. We are also students here in Transylvania Academy.” Its dangling eyes stared at her. “Judging from your huge horns, I can tell that you are a Halfling. Wow, I never thought that a new Halfling would come before my bone rots.” “I am not a Halfling. I’m a half-demon since my father is a demon.”

"Selene. Goddess of the Moon and..." Mother of Vampires. Willow's heart rate started to accelerate at the thought that was not her own. When she opened her eyes, the cat gazed back at her with such fierceness, Willow worried it would suddenly attack her. "Whoa hey, you okay?" Roy asked, his hand resting on her arm. She finally pulled her gaze away from the feline and looked into his. "Willow, you're pale. Do you want me to take you home?" He asked her. Willow shook her head quickly and steadied her breathing. The cat settled back into her lap as if nothing just occurred.

After Jasmine, Dorian, and I had breakfast, I headed down to the conference area. There was a big meeting with all of the supernaturals, where we discussed whose realm would be created next. Once that was finished, Coco came by my office. As the headmistress of the Academy, she was in charge of everything, but she asked that I speak with one of my vampires, a young worker vampire who changed just before I defeated Sharra. The council, which included Professor Pops, Heathcliff, Cindy, Coco, and I, agreed to let Valencia attend the Seven Magics Academy.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak