Vampire Diaries Niklaus Novels & Stories

This is Niklaus, he would never hurt me, Becca mused before the man instructed her to be in between his legs as Becca was straddling him. "Good girl. Now, the darker side means..." Niklaus whispered to her as his hot breath was hitting her neck, "I will take your blood and you will be mine forever, Becca," he stated before Becca screamed as something sharp was inside her neck near the jugular veins. *****

Bellatrix was surprised and stood up immediately. "Nicholas!" She wanted to run and hug him, but it didn't happen. Nicholas's rough, big right hand gripped her throat. Bellatrix was surprised not only at Nicholas's behavior but also at the sight of him. It wasn't exactly Nicholas she saw. Where was that blue bead with which Bellatrix was repeatedly hypnotized? Nicholas's blood-red lips tightened with anger, and he frowned as his gaze fell on Bellatrix. This time, the hand pressing around her neck relaxed a little, and two narrow, pointed teeth came out of either side of Nicholas's lips, just like those three. Is Nicholas one of them? Bellatrix looked on like a thunderbolt, and for a while, t

When vampires needed blood they turned to unconventional sources for it, all under the control of Zander Udimov, who sought access to those sources on a regular basis, controlling the anxiety of his group. From the group of cars that had arrived from the north, a man of about sixty years got out of the first of them; he was wearing sunglasses and a short-brimmed hat but it could still be seen that he was completely bald. He was also smartly dressed. It seemed to Darius, from his pale skin, that he was an albino, but he knew he wasn't. It was Zander Udimov, the leader of the vampires. Watching him expose himself to the sunlight unaffected, she frowned and inadvertently looked up at the blue s

Ashton McLean Seated cross-legged with a glass of wine in hand, I, Ashton McLean, Alpha of the Black Lycan clan, exuded an air of dangerous charm. Known for my ruthless actions and business-minded approach, I had made our pack the most feared among many, commanding both respect and fear from those around me. As I savored the rich aroma of the wine, there came a knock on the door, followed by the entrance of a huge, topless man with a chest full of bulging abs. It was Beta Sean, bowing respectfully as he entered.

Eliana "God knows how much I have wanted to kiss you since the minute you walked up to me," Nicholas said in between our urgent kiss, pinning me on the entrance door of his penthouse. I couldn't get over how much property he owned; it seemed the list went on and on. "So why didn't you?" I teased, raising my hands as he pulled my top up by the sleeves. "And have your mom find out about us?" He sucked on a spot on my neck, making me hiss.

I looked away. "Don't you see the admiration in her eyes? I think we just made her fall in love by standing here as the new powerful Alpha," Lupus thought. I scoffed silently. "What?" my wolf asked in a suspicious manner. What she said in the forest echoed inside my head again. I closed my eyes, trying to control my anger. "Nikita is not worshipping us. She's just worshipping her future self." My grip on the microphone tightened. "Huh? What do you mean?" Lupus asked confusedly.

**Liora:** Unfortunately. **Seraphina:** More than we wanted to. *** There was no need to explain who he was. Not to them. *** Before Nico— Before everything changed— Darius Welch had been inevitable. *** A pureblood noble vampire. Old lineage. Old power. The kind that didn’t ask. Didn’t chase. Expected. *** And worse— Approved. *** The Vampire King himself—Count Alucard—had given his blessing. Darius had been placed in their orbit like a future already decided.

I add, because there’s no point half-lying, “with the whole… us pretending to be a couple thing? I need that to be real too. At least on the surface.” Xavier exhales slowly. “Nyra… why?” “I thought you hated lying,” he says gently. “You’ve always hated it.” “I do,” I reply. “I still do.” I walk toward my desk and lean against it, suddenly exhausted. “But I hate the idea of my son being hunted more.” That gets his full attention. “The vampire clans aren’t just political,” I say quietly. “They’re territorial. Bloodline obsessed. If they find out Lucien exists—if they find out who his father really is—they won’t see him as a child.”

“You had the biggest crush on him for years!” The group erupted in loud laughter. I felt a cold knot form instantly in my stomach. I looked at Clarissa and saw her rolling her eyes. Of course, she was the kind of woman he would like. A woman who had been in his life forever, who knew him before he became the Lycan King. I swallowed my juice in one gulp. From across the couch, Clarissa caught my eye. She stopped laughing and leaned toward me, her voice suddenly soft and assuring, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"First, I need to do something." "What?" He pushed himself to his feet and then, astonishingly, knelt before me. The meadow remained filled with shifters: Germans, Alaskans, and a scattering of Siberians who hadn't departed with Anastasia. All watched as Niklas Vollbrecht—leader of the Black Forest pack, the most powerful shifter in Germany—knelt in the snow before a half-blood girl from the Black Sea. "Niklas," I whispered, my voice trembling. "What are you doing?"