Vampire Diaries Pictures Novels & Stories

If I was unpredictable, she was even more so. -Hey? — The Vampire Diaries, the sexy vampire series. For God's sake, tell me you've seen her—I denied and she let out a rather scandalous shriek—I can't believe it! You have to see it, you will love it! You resemble one of the protagonists, both physically and mentally. His name is Damon, he's a mega bad vampire, but he's so… uff, I love him. He is my Crush, my mega platonic love. Aria likes him too, she's in love with him to the point that she has him as her wallpaper, she'd show you if she still had her phone. Do you have A****n? Do you want me to lend you mine? Well, I don't have it, but Thomy does, we can ask him if you want to see it.

Flashback One of my other pals called me out, saying, "Remlend, you are always cheating!" "...even if we want you to wink at us, we won't let you fool us; you're handsome, but we won't fall for your trap," she adds while blushing. What she stated was met with laughter from the rest of my friends. We have a lot of fun. There are five females and five males in total. They spontaneously decided to bond while we were at a picnic, so all of us were there.

Thinking about it made her even madder. “I see! That vampire, huh… well, what have you decided? Marry him or not?” Alisson sighed, “I heard that the vampire prince is cruel. He is a ruthless killer who bears an ugly face.” Akira, who had just raised her brows, was confused about what Alisson meant to say. Ruthless? Yes. But ugly? From her taste, he would pass. But of course, she would never say that. Her pride wouldn't let her. Akira detests vampires.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

'This was taken at some stupid party I went to years ago'. Placing the photo back down, He leaned closer to me. 'You haven't touched your drink,' He hushed in my ear before moving away and going back to the sofa. Ah, Fuck it. Downing the drink in one, I flew across the room to where he sat and kissed him. Drinking blood is a very arousing action for vampires.

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.

Some people take photos and pose to make memories, the beautiful scenery of Venice is indeed very amazing to be immortalized in photos. "Why would you date a vampire?" "Because I want to try the taste of every woman... I prefer a she-wolf actually... Vampires are too cold on the inside... and they are too vanilla... The only crazy thing they do is biting your neck and absorb as much blood as possible, do you understand what I'm saying?" Rene wanted to answer, yes understand .. but she did not intend to. It was of no use to her showing her knowledge of intimate matters to Sandro.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

He reached the library and closed the door behind him. There, alone among the books, he allowed himself to breathe. The scotch decanter was still where he remembered it. He poured a finger's worth, didn't drink it. Instead, he opened the manila folder on the desk. Inside were recent surveillance photos. His men had taken them over the last few days. One showed the vampire near the paddocks. Female. Blonde. Pale enough to blend with the mist. Her eyes were ringed in red when the infrared filter was applied.

Bellona Pov I chuckled, looking at him. “Me? Why would he want me after I turned him down millions of times and I think we all know I can’t just be tamed,” I said, rolling my eyes. “That is what I thought, until he sent this,” he said, giving me a picture. I looked at it and it was the pups. They were tied up in a chair and three vampires with long canines were beside them. I looked at their faces and it was red and swollen, like they had been crying. They were also bloody like they had been beaten. But something about this picture doesn’t add up.