Vampire Diaries Novel Novels & Stories

They would be stuck if attacked, and the electricity might also give out. She darted for the long, wide, marble staircase, and Sera followed. The two of them bounded up the six flights to Jonah’s in no time, and as they did, Caitlin kicked in the door, bounding into the hallway. Sera followed close. Caitlin quickly looked both ways, braced for danger. The emergency lights in the hall flashed on off, and amidst the flashing, Caitlin could see several dead humans, sprawled on the floor. She turned to her right, following the apartment letters, and there, at the end of the hall, three vampires were clustered outside a metal apartment door, ramming it with their shoulders. It was a solid, metal

Another reason he hated the nobles and royalty. “I prefer you, my dear, over that one. Experience over youth always wins in my books.” He congratulated himself on not cringing as he spoke to her wrinkled visage. Vampires didn’t age like other supernatural species or humans. They stayed young for hundreds of years. Only the told of their lives would add age to them. Or they’d have to be hundreds of years old before their aging became noticeable.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

“Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.” “Why am I here?” “Vampire covens and races are always at war. They are very territorial. Unfortunately, you stumbled right into the middle of it.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “How?” He looked at her, confused. “Don’t you remember?” She stared back, blankly. “Your kill. It ignited all of this.” “Kill?” He slowly shook his head. “So, you don’t remember. Typical. First kills are always that way.” He looked her in the eye. “You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.”

I snapped again, hugging the diary tighter to my chest, feeling the thin pages press against my ribs. He let out a slow, shaky breath. His eyes darted to the side like he was checking if someone was listening before he finally spoke. "The Lunaris Bloom... it’s not just a plant. It’s a relic. A living thing. It’s part human... part vampire... and..." he paused, his jaw clenching like he hated the words coming out of his mouth, "part wolf." I stared at him, trying to understand what the hell he just said. "Part wolf? How does that even make sense?"

Let him report back to my father like the good little soldier he is. He won't stop me. "But can I ask you something, Serena?" Luna begins and I turn to her, curiosity thrumming in my veins. "Yeah?" "Are you and Damon mates?" DAMON'S POV I sit in the library, frustration clawing at my insides. Books on ancient vampire lineages lie open before me, but I can barely focus on the words. Why am I even reading this? I don't know. I can't explain. All I can think about is her.

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

I was transferred to the Level One island when, in my first few weeks at the island, two of the counselors turned out to be traitors who had been trying to open the vaults in the interlinked tunnels underneath the islands. That whole incident resulted in an explosion of my abilities, making me realize that I am not human but vampire. However, if I thought that was it, just two months ago, when Rachel Adkins, one of the prodigies having graduated from this camp, returned as an Assistant Counselor and ended up stealing the contents of the vault under the Level One island and attacked me. Later on, the Director informed me that I was not a simple vampire but a Blood Moon Hybrid, a child between

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

The air between us grew thick with tension, as both Lucas and Emilio processed the gravity of my words. Emilio blinked, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What do you mean, Elyrian Blood? What is that exactly? Why does it matter?" I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. "It’s a bloodline that vampires have been searching for for centuries. This book," I gestured to the ancient journal that had brought me to this point, "it talks about it. Elyrian Blood is rare, almost mythical. And according to this vampire’s journal, it’s the key to their freedom over humanity. They believe if they can find people with this blood, they can live forever."