Vampire Diaries Isobel Novels & Stories

This is the best birthday ever. I was a wicked, greedy, and immodest vampire, but when I saw the woman I loved again. Everything is new, everything has changed. The word LOVE changed an infamous vampire. I did nothing else inside Vampire High but bully my fellow students. I didn't expect the woman to cut my horn to come. That is none other than Clementine, the Scarlet of my life and the only Gredator of my life. The number of times we have gone through trials. Before we achieved this life, here we were separated when we were just kids and met again inside Vampire High. She chased after people who wanted to kill her and was again separated for more than two years. But come back again to conti

He paused and inhaled deeply. ”The Vampires have overtaken us for a while, but Sylvia is gone, Logan—“ I glared at him, fury rising in me at the mere sound of her name. Blake seemed taken aback by my threatening presence, his wolf, quickly registering his Alpha’s mood. But more than anything, Blake is my best friend. And he has never been afraid of me. So he continued. “Trusting her was a mistake all of us committed, not just you. We were all fooled by her. But Isabella is different. And I know that you know that.”

Isabella's POV When I stepped out of the shower Raphael was Raphael once again confident cocky and with his signature smile already the place on his face but now more than ever I knew that was a prop his persona merely a mask to hide the hurts buried underneath. Suddenly he didn't seem so untouchable anymore, I had more or less decided that my only targets were going to be Lucas and Damian because they seemed more or less approachable than him. But I think it would be a wise move to add him to the roster now.

The impact sent a sharp ache through my arm, but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of flinching. I watched her retreating figure, my lips forming the words before I could stop them. "That evil witch." "Hi," a soft voice cut through my murderous thoughts. I turned to find a woman with scattered freckles like autumn leaves across her face, hazel eyes catching the morning light. Late twenties maybe, pretty in that girl-next-door way that made her easy to overlook. "I'm Isobel," she offered, her smile genuine. "Daughter of Jim Mathews, one of the werewolf High Council members."

“You think I came to fight you? No, Isabella. I came to bind you. Publicly. Irrevocably. Before the next full moon.” “Why?” “Because something’s coming,” he said darkly. “Something ancient. And now that your power has awakened, you’ve become the bait. Everyone will come for you. Hunters. Packs. Cursed creatures. I need to claim you before they do.” “I never agreed to this,” I said, shaking. “You already did,” he whispered, dragging a finger gently over the bite on my neck. “Your blood bound us. Your bite sealed it.” Zaya reappeared in the doorway, holding a phone to her ear.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

She knew Elara wasn't waking up “Someone did this,” Isabella cried, “Lucas, someone did this.” “Arg!” A scream tore through the room and Isabella raised her head to find yesterday's maid. “No. Miss Elara! Boss!” The maid shook Elara's dead body before her eyes turned venomous. “You…” she gasped and turned to Isabella, “you did this! You did this. You killed her. You murdered her! You murderer!” Isabella's mouth went agape, her eyes wide open in horror. “What…”

He looked away, effectively erasing her existence. Beside Silas Blackwood, a woman stepped forward. It was Isabella Vance, the daughter of the rival Northern Pack’s Alpha. She was beautiful in a sharp, predatory way, her hair the color of spun gold and her scent a cloying, heavy jasmine. She had been the front-runner for Silas’s hand for years.

Zoe nodded, her fingers pressed to her trembling lips. “Listen to me carefully, Zoe,” Isabella continued, her voice dangerously low. “You're not breaking up with Jack, don't let him know you see me or know me. If you disobey me, prepare yourself to face Victor Mason's wrath. Do you understand me?” Zoe’s body trembled as she nodded. “Y..es ma'am.” “Good,” Isabella said, her piercing gaze still locked on Zoe. She handed Zoe her phone, her tone commanding and authoritative as she said, “Enter your number.”

Where the light hit the ground, stone melted. "Interesting," Giselle said. "But you'll have to be faster than that." She moved in a blur, appearing behind Isabella. "Too slow, princess." But Isabella spun, her hand shooting out. She caught Giselle's wrist. Pink light crackled where they touched. Giselle screamed and tried to pull away. Isabella held on. "You took everything from me," Isabella said quietly. "My dignity. My safety. My mate. You tried to kill me. Tried to feed me to vampires. And now you're here to steal my child."