Vampire Diaries Fan Art Novels & Stories

All I can give her is a bitter smile even if I meant what I said. She’s out of my room now. My eyes darted on my painting years ago. That is the reason why I’m so drawn into novels and vampires now. Maybe if I didn’t quit painting before I wouldn’t know about Edward Cullen. Fucky, that’s so miserable if that thing ever happened. I don’t want to be a plain girl after all. Maybe everything has a reason. So there’s a reason why I’m so into vampires? Maybe. I felt the hot liquid in my womanhood again! Fucky! Why is this? I don’t even think it’s dirty! I just mentioned the ‘vampire’ was heating me up. Kainis naman! Fucky! I really need to be devirginized by a vampire now.

Of course, I blushed again. “Rai, Kat. Check this one out,” she told us as the next picture appeared. “Wow..” I said with wonder. It was the one where I pretended to be a vampire. Nat made it into black and white as she did to all the other pictures, but she added blood on my lips and chin. And two bloodied punctured marks on Rai’s neck. The blood was color-popped, and so were my eyes; they were red in color. “Wow, Nat..” I said again.

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

I have somewhat my dream job, and a dream relationship and so I am happy. I’m not where I want to be but hell, I’m not where I used to be so a win, is a win! The Vampire Apocalypse—as termed by the media—that occurred five years ago has nothing to do with my life and I couldn’t care less about it. I have never come in contact with a vampire and I don’t wish to. Not that I have anything against them. Ha-ha, let me let you in on a little secret. I, Saratan Credi, the most straight-faced goal-getter in RainCloud Works secretly harbor a fan girl crush on vampire aesthetics.

I stand there, frozen, ecstatic, heart-throttled, and completely, irrevocably happy. Darren tried … but he could not break me. I won. We all won. “Before we sit with an over-emotional fairy meltdown … rather read the next card,” Ilkay groans. I take the pink envelope, still trembling. Go to where you were my own little lab bunny, and our first kissing experiment turned my whole world upside down!Vampire Diaries is my new favorite show – I got the girl! And I'll never let you go! That bastard ripped my heart out during that first kiss — even as my brain protested. And he — the cockiest, most impossible man alive — kept the organ all to himself.

“But I guess we can try to get to know each other a little better-” Before I could finish, he yanked me into his arms. My eyes widened and my face grew hot. I let out a small whimper, which made him loosen his arms around me and I pulled slightly away to look at him. His normally cheerful hazel eyes had changed their color to a darker shade. I gulped. “I said t-try knowing each other first!” I cried out in alarm. My hands flew to his chest to push him away but it was futile. Damn pureblooded vampires!

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,

For vampire hybrids, places with too many biological organisms and overwhelming scents could destabilize them, triggering their vampire bloodline prematurely and actually damaging their bodies. I shook my head every time. Impossible. I never took him to the beach. Even when we went out, I kept him bundled up and away from crowds. But in the painting, he'd been there. And he looked so happy. Once, he'd had a fever that wouldn't break all night. I held him in the emergency room hallway, my clothes soaked through with sweat. In his delirium, he kept crying out the same words over and over. "I don't want to go home."

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

As the elder continues chanting, faint wisps of smoky tendrils begin to rise from the remnants of the case. Then, suddenly, an image flickers in the air above them—a vision forming out of the smoky tendrils. It’s hazy at first, but then Nyx can make out shifting shapes, dark trees, rocky cliffs, and then a figure in a cloak, moving quickly through a shadowed forest. “That’s_” Nyx whispers, her heart pounding. The figure’s movements are too smooth, too swift—it has to be one of the vampires. The image shifts again, focusing on the vampire’s hands as he clutches the artifact tightly, the faintly glowing object casting eerie shadows across his face. His expression is filled with a dark, triumph