Vampyr Jonathan Reid Novels & Stories

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

End of flashback. I'm the final one who will choose a card to look at. They were each in possession of their own. I sincerely hope that it is not a murder card. As soon as I picked it up, I noticed that the font was a striking shade of red. It was common knowledge to me. MURDERER! Oh, get a grip. I don't want it, but I shouldn't confess that I want to avoid it. I keep a straight expression throughout the game. Everyone who was playing stopped what we were doing and just stared. Nobody made a sound, and nobody moved in its direction. The only sound I can hear is the rustling of leaves and branches caused by the wind outside.

Elle said, waving them forward. The three of them were very flattered by her compliment, and it was definitely true. They were three of our best. We watched as their gazes locked on three women. Jaylon’s eyes landed on Daria, and the sweetest smile graced his face. Jonathan apparently mated to a sweet nineteen-year-old who had many interesting adjectives to describe the sadistic vampires.

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

Joram muttered. "In the woods?" Alek chuckled dryly. "She would break her ankle and you know it." He leaned forward. "So cut the bullshit, brother. What happened? I know you shifted. Why?" Joram sighed and muttered something inaudible under his breath. He turned and said, "The vampire was here." "Esteavo?" Alek raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I saw him." "Claire went with him," Joram said bluntly. "Claire. Went. With. Him..." Alek repeated slowly as his brain struggled to process the information. He saw red and clenched his fist. The glass imploded, cutting his palm deeply, but he did not feel it as his beast surged out.

As Reed climbed up the stairs to the VIP area on the second floor, another figure embraced him in a tight hug, to which Reed reciprocated. "Fancy seeing you here, mate. I thought you've got a girl already." said the man - another muscular looking vampire with hazel eyes, short brown hair and thick eyebrows. "Damon." Reed chuckled, "That's why I'm here. I'm in a pickle right now." Damon put one arm over Reed's shoulder as they walked towards Killian, who held three shot glasses of tequila mixed with pig's blood. They took one glass each and toasted, downing them together.

Jared questioned. Vincent shook his head a little. "Rylee, would you please come closer" he said. I moved closer to him and he rested his head on my stomach. I kept my hand around him, keeping him steady. "Sorry, I'm feeling too dizzy, right now" he mumbled and I stroked his hair, my fingers caressing the raven locks of his hair. "Still, Jonathan should take a look at you, you're well on your way to looking more like a vampire" Jared was worried. It was clearly visible on his face.

he smiled, infecting his audience. As the agents reminded them of the time, Elijah's father excused himself briefly. Rebekah urged Elijah to leave, but he was determined to find Melia's journal. "I need that diary," he said, trying to move a large piece of rubble that was obstructing the entrance to the grave. Rebekah tried to dissuade him, "You can't take it, it's not yours." Ignoring her, Elijah persisted, trying to open the grave, which seemed oddly shallow. When he finally succeeded, his smile quickly faded. The tomb was empty except for some rats scurrying around.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

"Now I allow my voice to change, to deepen, to resonate with the fullness of my incredibly long life. The effect on him is pronounced; he shakes visibly, as if he is suddenly aware that he is sitting next to a monster. But I am not just any monster. I am a vampire, and in many ways, for his sake, that may be the worst monster of all. "Someone has hired you to research me," I say. "I know that for a fact. Please don't deny it again, or you will make me angry. I really am uncontrollable when I am angry. I do things I later regret, and I would regret killing you, Mr. Riley--but not for long." I pause. "Now, for the last time, tell me who sent you after me, and I will give you a million dollars