Vampire Diaries Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I sank into the chair, my hands hovering over the keyboard, but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away, replaying Daphne’s scary face, her fangs inches from my neck about to rip it off, her voice dripping with jealousy and pure hatred. “You’re his,” she’d said, so sure I was stealing Alex’s attention, his affection, or whatever she thought he owed her. The idea was laughable, Alex barely tolerated me but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t want any part in her supernatural drama, her coven rivalries, or her twisted obsession with my stepbrother. I didn’t want any of this...the vampires, the blood, the constant fear of being someone’s next meal. I glanced at the posters on my wall

Clementine POV A few days have passed and Fin and Creed are still not getting along, the two twins are also involved. I don’t know why they are fighting. All I know is they all hate Fin. Every morning I see Fin across from our room, waiting for me while carrying red roses. Sometimes I wonder if he has eaten or not because he was there too early so every time I see him I let him into our room and feed him even though it is forbidden and against the room rules. I wonder if Fin is happy with what he is doing to propose to me. I'll admit that I like him but I still don't want to let Fin know because I'm afraid that he might just play with my feelings. There are rumors that ... Fin was a great Pl

But then, I wasn't a vampire, I wasn't heartless. Not for the first time, I wondered how my kid brother Damian had come to meet his own end at the young age of eleven. What heartless Vampire would kill a little boy. My hands were a bit unsteady on the starring as I tried to control my anger, and the vampire chick lounging at me was not helping matters at all. I tried to concentrate on getting us to the school, maybe if I got there as fast as possible, I would be able to stop myself from doing something I was sure I would regret later -- or maybe, I wouldn't.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Vivian, weakened and in pain, managed a feeble smile, placing a delicate hand on Damian's cheek in gratitude. In that moment, Eric Damian's heart swelled with profound pity. The thought of losing Vivian's life haunted him, knowing that he had almost succumbed to the belief that she was merely toying with him. The weight of potential loss pressed heavily upon him, a burden he wouldn't have forgiven himself for bearing had Vivian perished. Biting into his hand, Damian extended it toward Vivian's mouth, and she eagerly drew sustenance from his life-giving blood. Her strength slowly returned, and her wounds began to heal, empowered by the regenerative essence of his vampiric blood coursing throu

I tell them teasingly. Xavier looks at me confused through the mirror and Blake turn to give me a confused look, “What do you mean?” he asks me. “Oh, you guys have not watched the vampire diaries? It was a line said by Damon Salvatore in season one. Blake, I think that is the series we should watch next after we finish Bridgerton. It is very interesting and drama filled, you will love it. I promise,” I tell them. “Actually, I have watched all eight seasons of the vampire diaries, five seasons of the originals and four seasons of legacies. I love that franchise,” Xavier says. I gasp and look at him, “You have??? yay. I have someone to talk about them with. Wait, why did you look confused earl

Stefan and Elena are probably lovers right now. Wait for a second—my eyes widened as soon as something smacked my mind. I replayed the scene—where Damon feeds blood from Caroline and then he compels her to forget about it. Hannah, the girl I met in the washroom—there were marks on her neck, but she didn't remember how she felt. And coming today, it was Bella — she said she met in an accident, but I feel like she was lying. I jumped out of bed while watching some vampire scenes in the vampire diaries.

"I didn't read your thoughts, my darling. It's like I can smell your lovely nectar from down below. Like you're asking me to try it, you're asking me to relish it, to taste you, again and again. Andrew was lost, her wild, fierce look in her eyes. The way her body coiled like she might spring at him again. The softness of her sweet, plump lips and the swell of her breasts under her crossed arms. Her smooth skin, the curve of her hips, and those long, lean legs, with his prize nestled tight between them. He wanted her. He craved for her to scream out from pleasure at what he was about to do. Diana shivered, reading his mind as his lips brushed across the back of her neck for the third time. 'Y

"Too bad then, it was so much fun making her life hell. You weren't good enough to plant a seed in her either. Pathetic." Andreas...I remain with tension, itching to move when I recall something more urgent. I snap my head to the other side and flee toward Mei. In my urgent flight, I capture through my peripheral, something that terrifies my blood. Andreas has Diana within the choking grip of his hand with her legs dangling, and he's deploying some mysterious power to slam Devon onto his knees. "You... won't g-get to have her...we will offer her-" "Right, you've made your point," The Vampire interrupts with boredom, his nails elongating in a flash and driving into her neck at the same time h

I could hardly believe my sister would go any length to ruin me. “G…Gina, please tell Luna Trish the truth. You know I'll never steal from you,” I pleaded in tears. But it seemed I was only talking to a rock. All my pleadings only made Diane cry even more. I shook my head, everything seemed like a dream. At that very moment, I just wished my parent's death and my coming to the Lycan's pack was all a bad dream. How am I supposed to cope with all of this happening to me?