Vampire Diaries Isobel Novels & Stories

“You’re talking about killing him.” “If that’s what it takes to save her, then yes. Lucan is dangerous, and he’s using Serena for his own twisted purposes. I won’t let him hurt her anymore.” “It won’t be easy. Lucan is powerful, and he has an army of vampires at his disposal.” “I don’t care. I’ll face whatever I have to face to get her back. She’s my mate, and I failed to protect her before. I won’t make that mistake again.” Before Alec could respond, we heard the sound of high heels clicking against the stone path. Isabella appeared, walking toward us with a bright smile on her face.

I sat the tiniest flicker in Lyra's expression and moments later, she returned, carrying a bottle of fine wine, offering to personally serve me. “You should come with me.” She whispered brazenly in my ear after setting the drink down.She leaned even closer, lowering her voice. “Perhaps you’d like to leave here? And go somewhere more intimate?” I started rising up like I wanted to stand, but Rowan and Kael immediately caught my hands, holding me in place. Rowan leaned forward, his Beta aura radiating authority. “That won’t be necessary,” he said firmly. “Mistress Isabelle is a relative of the Night Fall Pack’s Beta. I trust you wouldn’t want to offend such an important connection.”

"I know you believe you can handle this burden by yourself but the truth is, no matter how strong we are, we just need help sometimes. I won't let you drown alone. I know that Aster is the cause of your problems and it can be hard to handle him but I'll help you fight him off. I just want you to do something for me. Please never let a demon of all things tell you how to think. Don't let him create a faux mental image of yourself. You're kind, patient, and caring, and no matter how hard you try to hide it, I see the real you. You're the man, my honorable Lycan King and he's the demon. You're not the same and you'll never be. " Her words touch something deep within me, stirring emotions I've l

Her tears cascaded down her face. A moment later, Jasper limped up behind her and pulled her into his arms, murmuring gentle words of comfort, "Bella, you have to let go. You can't bring the dead back. Damien was so capable. He'll be watching over us from above—" "Get off me!" Isabella went off like a lit fuse, pushing him away with a force that stunned him. Her eyes were full of raw disgust and icy contempt. "He's not dead! He's fine! Get away from me!"

"Give us your address." This is crazy. I'm about to bring three strangers home to fuck me in my marriage bed so my chcheating and abusive husband walks in on us. The old Isabel, the one who gave up everything to please a man who hurt her would never, but that Isabel is dead. She died tonight in that hotel suite, watching her husband choose cruelty over love for the final time. This Isabel? She's done being a victim. I pull out my phone with steady hands and text them the address.

Isabel straightened her stance on seeing her dad, smoothing her hair and shirt to look presentable before the older werewolf. Dylan copied his mate’s actions, feeling terribly embarrassed to be caught in such a position by his father-in-law. “A-alpha Rodrigo” he stuttered in his greeting. “I guess I came at the wrong time.” Rodrigo seemed unfazed by what he saw the young adults doing. “You’re mistaken, papa. He was just leaving.” Isabel said with a straight face. Dylan couldn’t argue with that because it was obvious his cute mate was gone and his alpha mate was present. How does she change personalities without even blinking?

Tears welled in her eyes, like the two of them were watching the same movie without allowing us to see it. “Stop it, Izobel,” she whispered, wiping her tears as they rolled in her cheeks. “Stop torturing yourself. Tell him the truth. He has the right to know.” “The truth what?” I laughed at them as I shook my head. They’re all making me crazy as if we were all in a fill-in-the-blank game show. “You know what, Izobel, this wasn’t entertaining anymore, so you’d better tell me.” Izobel spoke very low. “You’re the son of Alpha Jared Irvin of the Lightning Shadow pack, mated to Celeste, a female dhampir,” she swallowed hard and pinned her eyes on me. “Celeste, the dhampir sent to kill us.”

And one that warmed her lower belly. Kyle stopped and took a deep breath. His nostrils flared. A golden ring circled his pupil as his eyes darkened with heat. “Do you want me to chase you?” She took a few steps back and shook her head ‘no.’ Kyle arched his eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? Why do you keep moving away from me? I just want to explain about yesterday.” Isobel turned toward the forest near to the cabin and ran. Hard rocks bit down on her bare feet, but she barely felt them as her heart pumped. Not with fear, but a burning lust that warmed her body as her white nightdress billowed behind her.

"She's alive, Calla. She's shaken, dehydrated, but alive. We're bringing her home." I was crying before I realized it, great heaving sobs that shook my entire body. Alive. Isobel was alive. She was coming home. "Where—how—" I couldn't form sentences. "It was Viktor. Just like Lilian said. He had her in a compound in the mountains—the one Seraphina identified. We raided it this morning. She was in a basement room, alone, but unharmed." Beck paused. "She's asking for you." Asking for me.

“I'm not a vampire!” My eyes widened as I spun around and her words entered my brain. "Oh my God! Are you being held hostage too? Quick, we have to find a way to get out of here," I whispered and attempted to grab her arm. She shook me off and chuckled. "No. I'm not a hostage. I live here, voluntarily." My eyes blinked rapidly. "What? Y-You live here? And you’re not a vampire…? How? Why?" "I told you,” Isabella began. “Viktor is my boyfriend."