What Is The First Vampire Diaries Book Novels & Stories

“The book you mentioned is the book of prophecy. It has been passed down by the first Fathers of the church and it tells of the destruction that your kind will bring upon this world, and how to stop it. I should have known back then that the Vatican were helping your kind.” “Why would they do that? What could the Elders have promised them and what destruction are you talking about?” Rune asked. “Power and immortality,” Aiden replied. “They are afraid of being wiped and so they have joined hands with your kind because they believe they will be safe and you will win the war. The destruction I am talking about is the wrath of vampires which will wipe out the whole human race. The book of prophe

The carriage started to move down the road to Alistair's home. The ride to the carriage was silent as each member were occupied with their thoughts. They got to the house and entered inside, Fife immediately poured himself a drink, he poured for the others as well and they all drank. "so, what just happened? How is he a vampire?", Elena asked. "I was born a vampire", Alistair answered. "don't you need to be bitten?", Theodore asked. "not all vampires are bitten. Some are born as well, the born vampires are more powerful",

his world. 23rd Imperial Year? The first Imperial Year started when the First Vampire and His Human Queen ascended the throne. The First Vampire King... Wait! This is the Royal Library then this journal... This journal belongs to the First Vampire King! That portrait... The portrait belongs to the the First Royal Family of Eleneas. The forgotten name of The First Vampire King was Cassian Daniel Devin. The last name should have made it clear to me but guess I just didn't want to. My eyes then fell down to a journal which was neatly placed beside the one that was now in my hands. Placing the journal back on the desk, I picked up the one placed beside it.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

My brothers sat around me, told me about what they had heard which was to go straight to the leader of the vampires. It was dangerous for us to fight the vampires; so many good wolves have died due to them, including my Mother, our Luna. Dad hasn’t been the same since that tragic night... I, on the other hand, grew from it. That very night, I shifted for the first time. It should have been a happy night for me and the other sixteen-year-olds, it was our first full moon, but it also meant it was the best time to attack. New werewolves didn’t have the best control of their bodies yet and that night, a few of the warriors, my mother included, followed us into the woods to make sure we didn’t ge

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

I looked up to see he was running back at me but this time I was ready. He swung his fist at my face but I curved my body in time to miss his attack. I kicked my leg out and made sure my entire bottom half of my boot landed right in the middle of his back flinging him forward. I ran forward meeting him in the middle. he kicked his leg out but I caught it before he could hit me in the side, I grabbed him by the foot and twisted it sending him to the ground. "We just want to talk!" I yelled as he got back to his feet. "I don't talk to mutts." Dorian rasped punching me in the jaw. I staggered backwards and just steps and barely had enough time to get back to my feet before he launched himself t

I was completely out of control. Even if Geo tried to resist, I question if he could have fought me off. He may have been a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but I had the strength and power of a newbie with sexual needs that demanded satiating. One of the things I’d read and heard about vampires in the folklore while growing up was that, for the first few months after their transition, the newly made vampire possessed incredible strength that would rival the oldest of vampires. This was one tale that proved to be true. I held Geo in such a vice grip and devoured his lips with such passionate aggression that he grunted in discomfort rather than the lustful ecstasy I was experiencing.

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.

She’s always there, ready to split us apart. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to take a step back, to figure out how this all began. How I even got here in the first place. It all started in New York. New York, my God. It feels like a thousand lifetimes ago. I was just a normal, typical teenager, living with a mom who didn’t like me, and who I didn’t like either, and with an annoying little brother, who I loved. But, of course, nothing was normal. I was a hybrid, or so I would learn. A half-breed. Half human, half vampire. And coming of age at exactly the wrong time.