Vampire Diary Novels Novels & Stories

I half chuckled “Leda. Just Leda, and it's perfect, thank you Mathias.” I pulled the first file toward me and flicked it open. The pages spilled out; several handwritten documents and black and white photographs of dying/dead figures; some of whom looked practically decomposed. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and closed my eyes. “Hence my concern Leda. These victims do not die quickly – it's horrific.” He quietly flicked the file closed. “Are there different levels of vampire then?” “What do you mean?” “You said those like the grey guy-”

It was like the documentation of a person's findings on my species. I shook my head and closed the book, wondering why there would be a book like that in a werewolf's cabin, one who hated vampires at that. But then my eyes caught the spine of another book, and another, and another, and then I realized that every book on that shelf was about vampires. I looked back and saw that Marcello was still distracted with Veronica, so I picked up another book. This time, it had me sucking in a sharp breath when I opened it and my eyes widening at the diagrams that I saw.

I said as Cassian grabbed the journal once again. "Everything about vampires revolves around blood," Cassian continued. "So if Mother wants to tell us something in her diary, then our blood should activate it!" While Sylver stared between Cassian and me—still trying to understand what we were talking about, Cassian cut himself without blinking. Then he pressed his bleeding palm over the first empty page of the journal. We all held our breaths, watching as the first drops descended over the old pages. A bright light suddenly erupted through the journal like a silent fire had been set up.

I was transferred to the Level One island when, in my first few weeks at the island, two of the counselors turned out to be traitors who had been trying to open the vaults in the interlinked tunnels underneath the islands. That whole incident resulted in an explosion of my abilities, making me realize that I am not human but vampire. However, if I thought that was it, just two months ago, when Rachel Adkins, one of the prodigies having graduated from this camp, returned as an Assistant Counselor and ended up stealing the contents of the vault under the Level One island and attacked me. Later on, the Director informed me that I was not a simple vampire but a Blood Moon Hybrid, a child between

Whatever this is, involves Liberty, and if it involves her, it’s just as much my business as theirs. They both look at Esme. “Were you there, or are you yet to be there?” Christian demands loudly enough to make Liberty jump. “Both.” Esme stares at her hands and whispers her response. “Seriously! What the fuck aren’t you saying?” I jump to my feet, ready to lose my shit, they asked us all to be here but tell us nothing. Zander nods in Uriel’s direction. “You should take a look at this.” Uriel puts the book on the table and my stomach hits the floor. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ What the actual fuck?

He hadn't adapted to the conditions the Earth had placed on us; he was mortal here. "Get back to the underworld; I'll get the Chronicle back." I pushed him away, letting him fall to the ground. He managed a bow before running off with his head tilted towards the ground. This was truly bad news. The First Vampire Chronicle, "Lamia," is the first vampire origin book with the power to end and create all vampires. I had stolen it from the Guardian a thousand years back in order to prevent us from being wiped out of existence as we walked the earth.

His large, light brown eyes opened wide, and as she watched him, they changed color to a light green. Caitlin sat up straighter, and saw that her glass of red wine was still full. She took a sip, and it warmed her. She hadn’t eaten in a while, and went right to her head. She saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and she remembered her manners. “Can I pour you some?” she asked, then added, nervously, “that is, I mean, I don’t know if you drink—” He laughed. “Yes, vampires drink wine, too,” he said with a smile, and came over and held the glass while she poured.

Clementine POV "Listen, students of Vampire High, welcome to National Vampire High Day year 29768." Chairman's introduction that we are at the top of the stage with some board of Chairman. Everyone applauded so I just joined. "Today, we're going to celebrate it. But first, we the board Chairman of Vampire high wants to say Thank you to the Vaughn family." The Chairman said that's why everyone looked at our behavior. Wrong, they Fin turned out. The twins just smiled with Creed except for Fin who had no emotion.

Meanwhile, I sat inside the library of the Winter Garden, turning the entire place upside down to get information on vampires. “Strange.” I mumbled as I looked through the book titles. There weren’t many books or detailed information on vampires. It was all the basics, like how to kill a vampire with a wooden stake and all. Nothing that I didn’t know. I sighed as I flipped through the last book and threw it. Why was there not much information about the biggest rivals of wolves? I massaged my temple with my two fingers when my tired gaze fell on the open book that I had thrown across the room out of frustration.

She slowly opened the journal. Entry 1 December XXX I am Helena, a vampire living in the palace. I'm one of the people that Queen Hildegarde trust; she is also my friend. I wrote this because I could feel something's amiss going on at the palace. I first notice the man that kept following Her Majesty wherever she goes. The man looks different. I could feel that he's dangerous, and I am worried about Her Majesty's safety. I don't know what I should do.