Vampire Diaries First Book Novels & Stories

Oscar asked with a voice that hinted of reverence. “Dracula is the first to be made vampire from man,” Rowan explained. “He is not an original sent here from a different dimension so long ago.” “Do you know who that would be?” the underling asked with genuine curiosity. “To my knowledge, only one remains. His name is Darius,” Rowan informed him. Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?”

He hadn't adapted to the conditions the Earth had placed on us; he was mortal here. "Get back to the underworld; I'll get the Chronicle back." I pushed him away, letting him fall to the ground. He managed a bow before running off with his head tilted towards the ground. This was truly bad news. The First Vampire Chronicle, "Lamia," is the first vampire origin book with the power to end and create all vampires. I had stolen it from the Guardian a thousand years back in order to prevent us from being wiped out of existence as we walked the earth.

I pulled back before we went too far and smirked. "Milo," I teased. He blushed and looked at me. "Sorry," he whispered and then curled up to me. "I love you Lyle~" I heard him start to purr to me as he leaned his head against my shoulder. I caught his sweet scent then as he heaved out a small sigh, his breath hitting my neck and he nuzzled against me. "My maker~" He mumbled happily. "I'm glad you were my first vampire...." He laughed and then gently kissed my neck as he wrapped his arms around my neck. "My first boyfriend too."

"The woman Caeser loved was human so one night he lost his control and bit her. Instead of dying, he turned her into a vampire and when they had their first child, the vampire population grew from then. Vampires led the island and would occasionally go to the human world to get some blood. Animal blood was an option, but not satisfactory. And just like humans, vampires are also curious... But one vampire got curious at the wrong place. She tampered with the world we vampires can never experience. The world after death." Alexander stood up and walked to a shelf, pulling out a thick blue book. It had no title or author and it looked like it had been there for centuries. The blue was starting t

Her eyes were blood red, veins popping out. "Don’t scream," she said, voice commanding, as her fangs dug into my wrists. The pain shot through my body, but I couldn’t scream. I didn’t.

My heart skips. “Okay,” I whisper. “That’s new..” The first few pages are written in a script that looks ancient but sharp, the ink dark and fresh as if it was written yesterday. The words don’t blur or shift this time. They sit still, waiting. I swallow and start reading. At first, it’s history. Bloodlines. Old packs. Coven wars. Vampires and wolves tearing each other apart and then pretending they didn’t. The usual paranormal drama. I almost relax.

The name on the first page stopped my breath cold. Ravenna Northwood. “What the hell…?” I whispered, trembling. “What’s Mom’s diary doing here?” My hands shook as I stared at the cover. And deep in my chest—I felt something shift.

"Yeah. Vampires only really drink three things, blood, alcohol, and coffee. I figured I'd give them a place to enjoy at least one of those in peace. And talk." We both chuckled at that, in easy sync. Then he removed his hat, his tone shifting. "That hunger you're feeling? The obsession? It's normal before your first feed," he said, eyes steady. "But dangerous. Especially when it's directed at a human." I wasn't even surprised that he could read me so easily. After all, he was Sebastian's father. He stood, slipping his hat back on with practiced ease. "Come with me," he requested in a calm voice. "I'll show you something."

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

I was completely out of control. Even if Geo tried to resist, I question if he could have fought me off. He may have been a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but I had the strength and power of a newbie with sexual needs that demanded satiating. One of the things I’d read and heard about vampires in the folklore while growing up was that, for the first few months after their transition, the newly made vampire possessed incredible strength that would rival the oldest of vampires. This was one tale that proved to be true. I held Geo in such a vice grip and devoured his lips with such passionate aggression that he grunted in discomfort rather than the lustful ecstasy I was experiencing.