Vampire Diaries 1864 Novels & Stories

The moonlight shone brightly upon the lake, the stars glistening in the distance as the light danced across my skin. I sat there silently, watching the ripples from the fish in the lake. It wasn’t long until I heard a rustle in the trees behind me, it was my brothers. I was sixteen, my Father, the Alpha of our pack was meeting with other Alphas about a problem with one of the neighbors, a clan of vampires. Our eldest brother, Jackson, was there because, after this year, our dad is planning to retire as Alpha. My brothers sat around me, told me about what they had heard which was to go straight to the leader of the vampires.

“She didn’t suffer any ill effects?” “Just the usual for a new vampire.” The old vampire nodded slowly. “I am given to understand that she is your first bride?” “Yes.” “How old are you?” “Six hundred and thirty four.” “Strange. I have never met a vampire that didn’t visit the curse upon another. I myself have over a hundred brides and three hundred sons. I lost track, of course, but they’re all special to me.”

Then he turned around and walked back inside. The other one continued to approach them. But slowly now. “Who is he? Is he the lycan Alpha? Then I wouldn't mind gracing his bedchamber all night.” One of the girls moaned. Scarlett could feel her heart thud heavily against her chest. “Dear moon goddess… let this not be so…” she fervently prayed. He stopped before them briefly acknowledging the elders before casting a glance at the girls. Scarlett ducked her head. Her breathing quickened and she nibbled her lower lip nervously.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

He is currently the reigning youngest king of the vampire royals [in a millennium] at age twenty-four. As he happened to be standing just a few feet away from Mary, who already stood frozen to the ground, stonecold like a statue upon hearing his name, Alaric uncaringly walked brushing past her while two other men remained in their post standing behind Mary. He quietly walked towards the corpse and knelt to the ground feeling for his cousin’s pulses, doing the same thing that Adrienne already did earlier. His blood-red eyes darkened making it almost black after listening to his cousin’s no longer beating heart.

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

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders

He had gotten this far on his own after all. * * * Jace stood there watching as a vampiress walked inside the bar as if she owned it. The lady was completely out of place because Howling Moon was a low-rent dive situated on Miami's shadier side, a pub that catered to werewolves. And, if she's not careful, she can end up as the evening's entertainment.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?