Vampire Diary Novels Novels & Stories

he said, stepping closer to her. Anne hissed, pushing him aside. "Save your explanations for fools." She walked past him, heading outside, her hand covering her injury. Alexander took a deep sigh, following her with his hands stuck in his pockets. An empty look crossed his face as he knew he had lied to Anne. Being a vampire made it impossible for him to resist blood, especially at the sight of it. Although he drank from cups rather than directly from humans, the sight of Anne's blood darkened his eyes, and his craving intensified beyond his control. He had no choice but to flee the classroom before anyone noticed what was happening to him.

A piece of the frozen world that didn't care about the petty politics of Aetherion Academy. I didn't use a pen. Didn't need ink. I hovered the wand's tip over the blank cream pages of my white diary. As I channeled mana from my temple, the wand began to glow with sharp arctic blue. Elegant frozen script etched itself into the parchment, words appearing in a shimmer of frost before sinking deep into the grain like scars. "Ten hunters. One vampire prince. One Sun Elf. And a goth girl who taps her fingers like a countdown."

I sprint behind the building. I sniff abd smile over brother Rowans blood. Like a hungry blood thirsty vampire, I lick dry it's contents off my blood. I sigh reliefed. Such cool and smooth antidote it is. I feel it perform it wonders. How it cleanse every venom off my skin. I sigh more. I eyes unexpectedly twitches. It blinks rapidly. My vision blur's. I stagger. Something seems wrong Everywhere goes blank.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

Gently, she caressed her fingertips along the handwritten text, her gaze catching much information. Bonds. Vampire. Essence. Thread. More goosebumps, more tingling. Some blushing. Her eyes narrowed. At last, the sandalwood cologne made sense. For the past few months, she’d dreamt of a vampire male in chains and woken to the perfume clinging to her skin. And yes, he’s the one who'd aroused her. She’d told no one. So, how did anyone know to give her this…journal? She’d researched it for months, as well as what was considered fringe science, paranormal and sometimes studying creatures of "myth" and "legend." Even talked to one expert, Dr. Grey.

And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time? As she turned page after page, transfixed, read entry after entry, as she sat there, frozen until long after the sun rose, she finally realized: this was no joke. It was real. It was all real. This was her teenage journal. And she had been a vampire.

A full moon was glowing above Kyle, making the trees that lined Vivian’s suburban street look like skeleton silhouettes. He licked the dried blood off his lips, savoring his delicious kill, recalling Vivian’s expression of fear and terror. It sustained him. She would, he resolved, be the first of many, the first victim in the vampire army he was about to build. The high school. That would be next. He had a burning desire to find the girl who’d turned him—Scarlet. Perhaps she would be there—or someone would who knew where she was.

He clasped his hands on his table and leaned forward to me, then started, "Long ago, when this realm was young and supernatural creatures were just starting to appear, there was a powerful artifact called the journal of Lythian. It was said to hold ancient secrets and knowledge that could give its owner incredible power. Legends told of its ability to control nature, manipulate time, and even summon otherworldly beings. The journal was created by an ancient civilization that lived in harmony with werewolves and vampires. It was meant to keep a balance between the two factions so neither would have an unfair advantage. The leaders used its knowledge to keep peace and protect their people. But

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

A cry left my lips as I still felt the harsh blade of the jagged knife cut my hand. I could smell the blood leaking from my hand before I saw it—and so did everyone else. All the eyes of vampires, both pure-blood and half-blood alike, turned to the commotion we had caused at the bar. "Mia," Sol gasped as he lunged forward and grabbed my hand. ###