Vampire Diary Cover Novels & Stories

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

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.

The romance was being squeezed out. "The journal" Elara shouted, her bare knees hurt as she fell flat onto the asphalt to pick up the black leather book that was lying between them. The moment her fingers touched the leather, the blank white pages inside the journal did not just move they started bleeding. A lot of midnight-blue fluid came out of the journal mixed with the cold rain water and formed a swirling indigo circle around her ankles. The gold letters on the cover of the journal; THE MASTER LEDGER: VOLUME TWO ​flared with a white-hot, blinding radiation that scorched the skin of her palm, the unique, un-templated human syntax of her blood-infused veins screaming in protest against th

she cursed. "I'm sorry, you're not answering so I thought you were back asleep or something bad happened," she shouted. Blake sighed in relief as he stared at his coffin. His room has no window, it was all dark and a black with red lining coffee was placed in the middle of the room, together with two more coffins. He didn't want anyone to see his room, although Veronica knew about him being a vampire, he didn't still want to let anyone see his strange room. After a few minutes, Blake went out of the door and Veronica was blushing real hard.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

She said as she walked over to open a small wooden cupboard, and took out a big book whose pages were coming out, the cover was half torn. She opened the book, and went through the pages. After almost reaching the middle of the book, she turned it towards me and pointed at the picture. "Look at this wolf. It has blue eyes. They're called the ultime meaning ultimate. They're one of a kind, haven't existed for more than 200 years, and are the most powerful and most dangerous werewolf of all time. The last one was a male, his name was Parker, he existed in 1756, that was the last blood of ultime."

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

“I stumbled across something in it. It’s like a ritual, a ceremony. He claims it will heal the afflicted from vampirism. But the thing is, the page with the ceremony is torn in half. And the other half is missing. It’s an original edition—our library has it on loan—and our database shows no other existing copy. I need to see the other half of that page.” She paused, and a long silence followed. She hoped he’d have a solution. She knew that if anyone would, it would be him. He was her best and last hope. The silence went on so long, for a moment, she wondered if he’d hung up. Just as she was about to ask, his voice rang out: