Vampire Diaries Original Vampires Novels & Stories

“Sadly, no, he hasn’t my dear. George is just expressing what he feels and how your society has fought against Fate and the Goddess’ intentions. I think they often forgot that myths are often come from some form of truth. The stories say vampires were originally raised from corpses of wolf shifters to hunt rogue or renegade wolf shifters. If that’s the case, fated life partners are easy to believe exist. Or that Fate and the Moon Goddess have a firm hand in your lives.” “Those same stories tell of the original vampires being undead monsters who raped their fated mates to beget the first living vampires. It’s not a very comforting part of the story, if you ask me. Twelve male vampires of the

It minimized my risk of discovery. Made vampires were those who were bitten. They were essentially frozen in time from the moment that they finished their transformation. There was no heartbeat and could not reproduce. They also could not endure the sunlight. There were many legends surrounding the origins of our species, but for every truth there were hundreds of alternatives. That was what made the truth difficult to pinpoint. My father once told me that our archives held the truth, so he shared with me what that was. Three very powerful witches had banned together to create a powerful type of creature that would be able to help protect those who needed protection.

In a tender yet desperate gesture, he kissed her softly. “I love you!” the witch said, tears streaming down her face. “I love you too!” the werewolf replied, his words heavy with emotion. A burst of power illuminated everything around us, and Yulli and I squeezed our eyes shut, suddenly pulled back into the bedroom. I fell to my knees on the floor, feeling my blindness return as my chest burned with anguish. “What was that?” I gasped, struggling to steady myself. “They… they killed a baby!” “Holy shit!” Yulli exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock. “Those were the Originals—the first beings of their species. They were the ones who created Nocturnus. They were betrayed… That’s why vampires

she continues, her voice steady but strained, "I need you to understand, I didn't want to keep these things from you. I thought it would be better if you didn't know. But now... now I know better." My heart hammers against my ribs. "Okay." She takes another breath, steeling herself. "You come from a line of Originals and Lycans." The words hit me like a physical blow. "What?" "I know it's shocking," she says quickly, reading the disbelief on my face. "But you're not just a hybrid, Eveline. You carry the key to making any human a supernatural." My mind reels. Originals—the first vampires, the ones who can walk in sunlight without consequence. Lycans—werewolves so powerful they're practically

“Where do we begin, my love?” “With our names,” Cullen kissed Ivory’s cheek and told Jackson the history of the Weres. He told the man about the brothers and sisters that started the breeds through their blood magic. The original vampires were Baal and Jul’an, and the initial wolves were Liamous and Friaya. Cullen continued, the first bears were Tamin and Serra, and Hul’an and Shima were the first lions. Next, we're the pixies, Seth and Prisa encouraged Robrath and Sumana, and they turned into the initial redcaps. Davious and Lecrea used their combined magic and formed the first trolls. Cullen sipped his water and smiled as he spoke of Perseus and Thrausa the serpents. Next, he told of the f

Oscar asked with a voice that hinted of reverence. “Dracula is the first to be made vampire from man,” Rowan explained. “He is not an original sent here from a different dimension so long ago.” “Do you know who that would be?” the underling asked with genuine curiosity. “To my knowledge, only one remains. His name is Darius,” Rowan informed him. Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?”

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.

I hissed. "Nope. What is that?" playing dumb again. "Go look in the dictionary..." I mumbled. "Ooooooh but I love it so much when you act so smart!" He was enjoying himself so much while I was dying on the inside. By now Haydon was so close to me I could feel the heat from skin radiating off of him...wait. Heat.... vampires were only warm after they fed. As soon as I realised this, I shivered in disgust. "So who was the unfortunate human?" I asked

None of those wolves had, not even Fay. Vampire originals were creatures that only existed in history books. Wolves knew they were real, but none of them had actually seen any of those originals. The originals had vanished from the earth for hundreds of years. Even the vampire count he defeated had never met any. To fight an original, Darren needed to make full preparation. “Search the forest for anything unusual as we’ve scheduled,” he ordered, placing his other forefoot on the land of Misty Forest while suppressing his severe headache, “The vampire might have already visited here. Be careful.”

Somewhat taken back by my question he thought it over as he sighed, “First of all, not all vampires are blood thirsty monsters, okay. The first ever vampire originated from a man named Ambrogio, he was an Italian born adventurer and wasn’t a vampire to start off with, he was human. He was born sometime in the 13th century BC, to understand what vampires are you need to understand how and why they came to be,” I nodded as I lulled over this, “And werewolves, I guess you’re going to tell me their placid little puppies,” Sighing his eyebrow furrowed a bit more,