Vampire Diary Cover Novels & Stories

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Isabela let go of her embrace, then pushed Archie's arm—ordering him to move to the other side of the bed. The Hybrid chuckled, then moved to the place where the orange-haired boy was. Dave looked ready to welcome Archie's arrival. He immediately held out a few books in front of Archie while wearing a big smile that showed two blanks in his lower teeth. Without protest Archie accepted the book, then read the writing and looked at the front cover of the book one by one. His attention was drawn to the only dark purple book with a picture of an old castle surrounded by bats and crescent moons. "A vampire and a hybrid?" Archie unconsciously read the writing on the bottom cover of the book.

“What’s this?” “Your half of the deal,” he said simply, like that explained everything. I looked down and groaned so loudly it almost felt personal. “No,” I said instantly, holding it up between two fingers like it might bite me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Not even a little.” The cover was already screaming p**n on paper before i even opened it. Dark, dramatic font, a shirtless vampire-looking man holding some bloodied naked girl. It looked like something that should be hidden behind locked glass in a questionable bookstore aisle.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

Dear Diary, From the very first day I became a vampire, I hated my life and I always thought that God was punishing me for still choosing to work in the tavern even though he did not like it. I stayed in that empty cave alone with nowhere to go after leaving the town. During those lonely days it felt as if death would have been a better option, because there was nothing happy or interesting about life anymore. Until my sister, Dana found me. I call her my sister because from the very first day I met her, that is all she has been to me. She gave me a home with a nice big room, she gave me comfort, she gave me love, and she took me on so many wonderful adventures. It was on one of our adventur

Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, they fluttered closed as his head fell to the side, his body loosened, his chest fell flat and his heart stopped beating. … "The next thing I knew, I woke up in some worn out bedroom at the top of some English tavern with Demitri standing above me. I knew I shouldn't have woken, so I questioned him and… Well, here I am. A vampire." Harley's eyes were wide with horror and her mouth opened in the shape of an O. She closed it again, biting her lip. She stayed silent and stood up. He stood up top, thinking that she had decided to leave. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected her to do. She threw her arms around him in a hug, embracing him tightl

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

But I only ever dismissed all of those as hearsay, some old lore people told for entertainment. And yet here was I, staring right into the eyes of a vampire. “Vampire…” was all that I managed to croak out despite the jungle of thoughts that swam through my head. He reached out a hand, and I watched in horror as he did so, until his knuckles gently grazed across my cheekbone. His smile widened, “Yes, indeed I am.”

He leaves the room to go fetch the materials and as he comes back he holds up an envelope guarded with a melted wax. “What is that?” my brows standing in unison with my question. “Let's find out together shall we.” He sits beside me, close enough to feel his body warmth. He opens the letter and when I expect to start hearing the content of the letter, silence lingers in the air. So I just stayed put, studying his expression. “Well? What did it say?” my curiosity always gets the best of me. “We are invited to a vampire ball.” his face squeezes like it's not a fun thing.

she asked dius who only shrugged “barry?” she said waiting until he looked up “why did you want to touch me?” she asked curious, before every vampire who had reached for her had been about sex or blood but she had never really asked what had made them want that from her nows a good a time as any to figure out what it was about her that made vampires go crazy “i...” barry looked quickly to dius and looked down “i’d rather not say” “you answer her this second barry” dius said his voice gone cold