Vampire Diary Novels Novels & Stories

“Even in this age of luxury and decadence, alas, there are still scores of commoners who live very much in fear of us. “You see, the small mountain village of Assisi has always been a stronghold for our kind. It is frequented by vampires, and always has been. Our kind of vampire only feed on their livestock. Still, over time, the villagers begin to take notice. “Sometimes they’ll spot one of us. And when they do, the situation becomes intolerable. So every now and again, we let them bury us. We let them go through their silly little human rituals, let them feel as if they’ve gotten rid of us. And when they’re not looking, we simply rise again and return back to our lives. “But sometimes, a v

movie, and that thought made me shudder. What was I even imagining? Of course, there's no way she isn't human. Vampires ain't real. I told myself. I looked up, and saw her walking ahead, and I thought to myself, it was the right time to stalk someone. I followed her from a safe distant until she turned a bend. I contemplated whether to follow or not, and then decided to do that when next I saw her. I wondered if she had noticed that I was following her. Well, she couldn't have. I had kept a safe distance.

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.

I turned and left her room, my heart feeling heavy. I went to my office and sat there for a long while, just staring at the many books that occupied the walls. Many of those books I have written. Mostly about my experiences as a vampire myself. Many secrets I have told. These books were proof that a relationship with a human girl wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. Could it? … Tessa’s POV My entire body ached when I woke up the next morning. With the adrenaline of everything yesterday, I hardly felt any pain until later in the evening and I remembered how that vampire's heel crushed my hand.

Chapter 42 Nightmare An hour has passed ever since she arrived at the library reading the pile of books she had randomly chosen, and half of it was strangely about werewolves while the other half is about some kind of diary. For the past hour, she realized that this pile of books was either true or was here just for fun. But knowing Nicholas as the uptight boss to others and the big puppy to her, she can’t think that this is some type of joke. The things written inside sounded so credible after some of them wrote down facts that are known to humans. And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling.

warning: Chapter contains hard sex, rape, harsh language, male on male sex and vampiric murder. *The vampire* The girls are writhing in lust, pushing down on my fingers. Now the perfect scent is coming from them. “Oh it’s so good”. I grind my teeth”. But we need to move on with our little game”. I pull blondie up to me and she greedily accepts my kiss. “Your turn to try something new, right ?” I grab her hair, holding her at an arm's length.

the professor said. Leesa handed him the old book. “What is it?” Professor Clerval rested the book on his lap. “It's an original manuscript from the early nineteenth century, said to be the memoirs of a female vampire.” He put his pipe into a brass ashtray atop the desk and carefully opened the book. Leesa could hear the leather binding crinkle. She scraped her chair closer.

I shrugged, popping a piece of the marshmallow popcorn and my tastebuds explode at the sweetness. Karina sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. She clicks a button, and the projector crystalizes the images into a 4D experience. “That’s not what I mean. Books are your escapism, and this is mine.” A brunette girl is journalling in a graveyard, a single crow landing closer to her as her voice narrators the death of her parents. “What is this?” I asked, intrigued by the eerie smog surrounding her. “It’s called The Vampire Diaries, a cultural phenomenon, a classic.” She beamed, “It was released in 2009 actually.”

"You're one of them…" Curled into a fetal position on my bed I squeezed my eyes closed. "One of what?" I groaned. When he didn't answer, I saw him studying me with something that looked like awe. Bernard knew certain things, and one of those things might have to do with certain Vampires knowing how to walk in the day, maybe even crying real tears. I wouldn't try to force Bernard to talk about things that he clearly couldn't. "How long will I feel this way?"

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one