Vampire Diaries Monologues Novels & Stories

Ambrosius Selinofoto (P.O.V.) “Corpus levitas Diablo daminium mondo vicium. Corpus levitas Diablo daminium mondo vicium. Corpus levitas Diablo daminium mondo vicium.” Edith chanted. The room got dark for a second before the lights turned back on. The temperature dropped significantly, and the room seemed to have welcomed a dark presence. I could feel someone standing behind me, but I refused to turn around to see who my friend was. I may be a vampire, but I know my battles. I stood still, even being afraid to breathe. I could only be thankful at this moment that I am not actually alive and that I only breathe as to not freak people out.

With a trembling hand, I dialed his number. One ring, two, three… No answer. I gritted my teeth and dialed again. The pain intensified, and my vision began to blur. Finally, the call connected. I was about to speak when I heard Lucy's whining voice. "Augustine, I feel so awful… being a new vampire hurts all over…" "Shh, I'll help you feel better," he cooed back at her. I heard rustling on the other end. He was clearly comforting her, completely unaware that the call was connected.

She immediate dialed Miranda's number but it took a while for her to answer. There was a lot of background noise before Miranda could talk. "Lisa this better be important, I'm in the middle of something,’ Miranda's voice came loudly on the other side. "It's Elise, she is unconscious right now, and her grandmother and uncle just died suddenly,’ Lisa explained, the realization finally hit Lisa, this must be a vampire, how could grandmother and Pavel suddenly lose a lot of blood. Her horror filled eyes watched as Logan made his way through the corridors while she was still on the phone, Lisa didn't even hear what Miranda said and the line got disconnected.

she sighed, as if she were bored, “I am hundreds of years old. I am powerful and nothing you can do will stop me from achieving my goal. I will destroy the Werewolf race and I will continue to rule over my kind as Queen.” Why is it that villains always monologue? Max thought before he heard Dmitri’s voice call out. “What then, Madeline?” Dmitri stood tall, now in his human form, with his fists clenched tight as he scowled at her. “Let us believe, for a moment, you win. Werewolves are gone as you wish them to be and you are Queen. What then? Have you only ever thought of revenge for so long that you never once thought of living your life?!” Dmitri’s accusation seemed to have stopped Madeline

With a shaky breath, he began to murmur in their ancient vampire language. "I, Xavier Moravia Rastislav claim you, Anna Michelle Greyson as my queen, my soulmate for all eternity. Until we both rest in eternal bliss. Hear me with your heart. Dream of me with your soul. Until we meet again, my Mish." With tears in his eyes, he sank his teeth into her neck. Sobbing as he claimed his beloved Anna Michelle. Until we meet again, my precious love. _____________

He shakes his head again. "Now I allow my voice to change, to deepen, to resonate with the fullness of my incredibly long life. The effect on him is pronounced; he shakes visibly, as if he is suddenly aware that he is sitting next to a monster. But I am not just any monster. I am a vampire, and in many ways, for his sake, that may be the worst monster of all.

He shoves her off so hard she flies thirty feet before smacking into a thick tree trunk. Pain shoots up Monica's spine, and this time, her wolf's whimpers are real. Excruciating pain fills her chest, and she knows this is the end. The male laughs as two more grinning vampires appear. "Look what we found...the fake Luna," one says happily as he watches his friend close in. Monica's wolf whimpers one more time before shifting back to human form. Monica lifts her chin defiantly, and looks them all dead in the face. She hides the pain building within her body as she using the little bit of strength she has left.

“Your father's partners have been showing up here quite frequently trying to find you, dear. Shaking my head slightly, I explained that I had already met two of them, and some of the bastards shot and killed Monica, making her eyes bulge as she gasped. “Oh dear, they've gone too far,” she responded. She clasped my hands in her chilled ones and gave me a sympathetic look. “Mom, you need blood, you're a fledgling vampire,” I muttered in worry and her eyes lowered. “I don't want to harm anyone, Jade, and have decided that this is my punishment for betraying Byron.”

he growled firmly and our son nodded, looking a bit taken back by his father's fierce demeanor. "Watch yourself, Violet," he said softly to me as we stepped across the threshold into the darkness. Our eyes began to glow and I could hear the flapping of leathery wings and looked up into the rafters to see hundreds of vampires clustered together. Further on eye level, I gasped at what I saw. Mabel was hung by chains from her ankles and wrist. She was spread open from her sternum to her abdomen and Michael was trying desperately to get her down. Growing furious for my dear friend I looked around for the one responsible. As Michael unchained, Mabel swarms of vampires began swooping down at the p

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.