Vampire Eric True Blood Novels & Stories

[Warning: Mild Gore] [Celie] “So that’s how an innocent beta died?” I reiterated angrily. My eyes flickered to his pale face of Eric. I wonder what his friends or his once friends will have to say regarding this. His blood was drained out completely and whatever was left was now pooled around him, soaking the carpet.. His fangs were unnaturally sticking out as if he had attempted to throw them off but a beta wolf’s strength is inferior to that of a hybrid vampire’s, especially someone who is a few centuries old. His eyes were closed, but I didn’t know why they let him lie here like this.

Suddenly the lady gasped and walked up to him but Eric quickly drew back The lady pointed at his bleeding hand and she looked at him sadly Eric looked at his fist that was bleeding then back at the lady The lady rushed to him but this time Eric pushed her off and to his surprise the lady started crying still pointing at his bleeding hand The lady stood up again and remove the veil she use to cover herself and walked up to Eric, she pulled Eric hand with her dirty hands and tied the dirty veil on his fist to stop the blood "Sorry sorry.. It hurt right?? She said in a babyish tone and Eric quickly remove the veil and pushed her away The lady looked at him sadly and pouted "I will tell my momm

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 immediately approached the man. "Is that true what you said earlier?" I asked vehemently. "Hah? Who are you?" asked the man confused. Hayley immediately approached us. She pulled me back a little."He's my acquaintance, Leo. So Mr. Eriksen, is it true about what you said earlier?”Hayley asked the man. “Yes, if I'm not mistaken they found an injured female vampire. They chased until a castle that turned out to be a den of vampires." "When did they attack the vampire?" I asked carefully.

Eric hesitated for a second as Dante leaped and landed on the back of the truck, his hand reached for Eric's throat. Morgan saw it on the rearview mirror and turned the wheel hard to the left, to shake him loose but Dante was too quick. He pulled Eric out of the window of the truck with one swing and with a loud scream, Eric was thrown out of the truck. His body crashed against a mahogany tree, breaking his bones as a group of rogues surrounded him. His scream and pleas were drowned in growls and snarls as the rogues feasted on his blood. Eric was gone.

The vampire finished him with a single strike to the heart. No wasted movement. No hesitation. Across the room, Eric moved. His wolf surged beneath his skin. The first attacker swung an axe toward him. Eric caught the handle. His grip tightened. The thick wooden shaft splintered apart. The operative barely had time to react before Eric drove his fist into his chest. Ribs collapsed inward. The man flew across the apartment, crashing through the dining table. Anton whistled. "I've missed watching you fight." Eric smirked. "You've gotten rusty."

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

Eric POV His hands slowly grace over my skin, slowly, my skin burning with every bit of anticipation. He places soft kisses on my neck, my chin, my cheeks avoiding my lips. “Damien” I whisper, more like pleading, wanting to feel his lips on mine. He draws back and stares at me, caressing my hair. “If you promise to be good, I will tell you everything. Everything Eric, And maybe you would know who killed your brother” This snaps me out of the mood. I pause, my body freezing.

The Weight of a Crown (Davina's POV) The moment the last Silverblood child crossed the river to safety, Eric collapsed. One second he'd been standing tall, his moonlit scars pulsing as he directed refugees. The next, his knees hit the mossy earth with a sickening thud. "Eric!" I skidded to his side, my claws retracting as I forced my halfshifted body back to human form. My bare knees sank into the damp soil as I grabbed his shoulders. His skin burned through his tunic, feverhot despite the night's chill.

She told me. I let out a deep sigh of relief, I had forgotten all about Anne, but it would have been troublesome if she were pregnant with my child. Tiffany called up Travis and spoke to him awhile before she hung up. “He said the only one who could manipulate memories like that is an ancient vampire that they killed years ago named Eric, he’s unsure of anyone else who can help us.” She said. “Fuck!” Zepher grunted. “What is it, Zee?” Tiffany asked.