Vampire Diary Cover Novels & Stories

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.

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.

On it lay a book. Not a modern book. Its cover was cracked leather, the pages thick and yellowed. I brushed the dust from it with careful fingers. It was a diary. The script was archaic but decipherable. And the crest stamped into the leather was unmistakable: the roaring silver wolf of Damon’s own pack, Storm Howl.

This time, it had me sucking in a sharp breath when I opened it and my eyes widening at the diagrams that I saw. Inside that book was various ways to kill a vampire.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

Danni was watching me carefully, taking in every change in my expressions, as she waited patiently for me to explain. But what was I supposed to tell her? “There was…someone else; another …guy who came out of nowhere. He…he was…” I fumbled with my words, because I simply didn’t know how to explain what I’d seen – not in a way that would make sense, and not leave me looking completely crazy. How do you tell your friend that you were saved by a vampire? Better yet, how do you make them believe you? Especially when you’re not sure ‘you’ even believe you?

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I flipped the book page by page, checking out the images which getting scarier. After flipping like ten of the pages, I stopped abruptly as I sight something. 'History of vampires' was written boldly on one of the pages, and for some unknown reasons, I found myself getting curious about the previous images and the write-ups, and to clear my curiosity, I was forced to check the content of the book.

She laid it in front of me and began pacing around the office. “You don’t understand. I get that. They all sound like a bull when you don’t know them. So we’ll cut to the chase. To make things more... understandable, let's say, all the legends are true.” She paused and waited for me to react, when I stared blankly at her, she gestured to the giant scroll she placed in front of me. On uncertain moves, I reached for it and flipped the old cover to reveal very, very, very disturbing pictures. “Oh my God!” I whispered when my eyes laid at the portrait of a vampire, and a blood-pet.

My hand reaches out to pick one of them up, when from the corner of my eye, I sight a black book in the sligltly ajar drawer. With pursed lips, I pull it open, my curiosity from earlier rising again. His initials are neatly engraved on the front page, te caligraphy attractive. I open the book, eager to know what it is that is hidden away in his diary. The words on the first page stun me. 'SHE MAKES ME BLEED!. I remember her, she smells like lavender, strawberry and blood. Everytime she comes to me in my dreams, she makes me feel, she makes me bleed, she makes me hunger.