Vampire Diary Cover Novels & Stories

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:

On the cover said, "The Code That the Wise One Knows.” "I'm not even going to ask,and thanks." I trailed off as the twins tilted their pretend hats in a mischief smirk came to their lips "Oh new customer." They both rejoiced leading the vampire to their stand, I ran my fingers through the rough snake cover,examining all the features I will always ponder what those two don't do. The way to solve a problem, so big is to go to a house that no one knows small, fragile, delicate and all but can save the day without a ball

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

As we were walking back to our room, Red suddenly ran into a girl who was wearing reading glasses. "I'm sorry," he apologized as we helped her collect her books. "It's all right," the woman said. She looked like someone who enjoyed studying, was petite, had two braids on each side of her shoulders, and wore thick reading glasses. Looking at her ID lace, I could tell she was a vampire. "We'll assist you in carrying these books." I smiled at her and reached for her books, but Red suddenly stopped me and asked the girl. "Are you one of our classmates?" Red asked with a sneer. I know Red is annoyed with our classmates, and the girl also feels Red's annoyance with her.

The witches fear the unpredictability and violent nature of the vampires while the vampires are terrorized of how perfectly matched they are with the witches, the witches could hurt them without even physically touching them. I walked in and sat down at one of the tables in the diner and the people I met inside stared at me weirdly as if they knew who I was. As if they could tell that I could kill all of them and drain them of every single drop of blood in their veins in a matter of a few minutes. As if they could tell that it took all the strength of my being not to be ripping out their hearts and sucking the blood out of them at that moment. The waiter was a woman in her fifties, she must