Vampire Diaries Rayna Cruz Novels & Stories

“You said the Luna adopted you. Doesn’t that make this person your adopted brother?” She began to walk. “Andrew, yes. But I haven’t told you everything. Margaret died fighting a group of vampires while trying to protect Madison and me. Madison was wounded, but I wasn’t touched. That was when they discovered I was a vampire. I had been bitten as a child and lived through it. I’m not 100 percent sure, but that bite masked or changed something inside me because they never knew. After discovering that Andrew believed it was my fault, his mother’s death and Madison’s wound.” She sighed once more. “I became a slave.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The scars. Questions I’d had about Sarah w

No fight to distract her. Only need. Soon the Luna's gown came off, and two perky breast bounced at Xavier's face. Hungrily, he covers each nipple with his mouth and sucked deeply, earning moans from both the Luna and Rayne. Something low and wild stirred inside her, something she’d spent years pushing down, masking beneath layers of discipline and disguise. She wasn’t supposed to want. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. But gods, she did. Rayne’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes stayed fixed on the scene in front of her. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her cloak, holding it tight against her stomach like that might keep the heat from crawling any higher.

Brenda stared into the nurse's eyes and ordered her to leave, but something had gone wrong, for she just smiled at her and pointed to the exit, leaving her confused. FACT: he nurse in question was actually Raine, an ancestor of the Kaxal family. Explaining briefly: the first mortal who had been bitten by an already vampire, one who managed to free herself from the darkness and marry the leader of the ancient Empire. Raína approached the bed where Soraia lay and murmured -you're going to be fine- and put her right hand over her eyes, closed hers and concentrated her thoughts with hers and little by little restored them.

He pointed at his stomach where he placed his hand earlier making her look down. "I was stabbed, but just like king Vlad I also have a fast healing power and being a vampire I can't be killed with a knife, just when he was ready to rip my heart, ministries appeared, they were the reason I was saved otherwise King Vlad would have killed me that day." Zinnia let out a shaky breath and then she realized he wasn't lying when he said he does understand her, maybe she went through a different kind of a pain, but he suffered that kind of a pain by being on the brink of death.

She dug her hand deeper into Clary’s chest but no blood flowed out. Clary started to feel the buzz in her get stronger and more evident. It was like something else had taken over her. She had never felt so much power before in her life. Her mouth then began to speak on its own, forming the words, “I am Luna Clary, the savior of the Night Walker pack!” Her voice echoed in the cabin. Fear filled Selena and she pulled her claws out of the omega. When she looked down at the place of injury, she saw no wound. It was like nothing had ever even happened.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

She was a mule when it came to listening. “You worry too much; I have trained for years for this. I will be fine.” Rayne told her, then headed toward the door. “Not long enough, child…” Willow said as Rayne walked out of the back door. She found a good spot in the tree behind her house. The bastard would show up soon, she was rather sure. Every night for the past two days, the man had appeared, so tonight shouldn’t be any different. An hour later, no vampire, and she was losing her patience with the man. When she started to climb back down, the man appeared at her back door. He couldn’t enter the house, but he was trying his best. Nix began to growl at the man, and Rayne dropped from the tre

I tensed; seeing my reaction, Nuray turned and lifted the back of her shirt to reveal deep bruises, which made me want to bust a hole in the wall, “What happened?” I asked; werewolves can heal quickly, so these bruises were most definitely from constant abuse, then it hit me. How angry her father got. Nuray looked at me, her eyes pleading for me to say yes. I sighed and kissed her head, “Of course, Nuray.” She gave me a weak smile before wrapping her arms around me tightly.

My thoughts were all over the place Saturday. I’d barely slept after I’d gotten home. All I could think about was him – Xander – and his promise to come to me again. I was nervous. I was excited. What did I want to ask? I guess I should start with the things I know about vampires, or think I know. I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.