When Does Jeremy Die In Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I've done everything I can." I looked at Jeremy's face—so pale, sweat beading on his forehead, his wolf unable to heal properly with silver literally poisoning him from the inside. This morning he'd held our daughter for the first time. Now he might not live to see her second day. "No." The word came out fierce. "No, I'm not accepting this. We didn't survive everything we've been through for him to die now. Not after the affair. Not after the therapy. Not after the war and the vampires and—" My voice broke. "Not after finally being happy."

, he breathed in her face and she wheezed for air, holding his hand so he could release his tight hold on her hair. Diya's eyes widened. "Celeb?". "Aw she remembers my dad. Well hello, my name is Jeremy. I'm gonna make this quick cos your mate will soon appear. Your uncle killed my grandfather and your mate killed my father. I don't care if Alpha Calihan kills me but I am going to avenge their deaths". A tear slipped out of Diya's eye. Why was she so weak? Why couldn't she protect herself? Why couldn't she have her happy ending?.

Gideon rushed back, face ashen. "My Lord!" he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "There's been an attack on the northern border! Serena... she took a car to leave coven territory. A group of hunters ambushed the vehicle at the crossing point." His next words fell like stones: "The patrol found the wreckage. No survivors. The hunters..." he swallowed hard, "they left nothing to find." The ceremony fell silent. The joy drained from Damien's face so quickly it was as if someone had pulled a plug, leaving him a shade of white more terrifying than any vampire's pallor.

I wish he could do that for me, but that would mean ending this too. And losing him. “You don’t have to worry about that,” I murmured. “Nature took care of him.” His brows furrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?” “He died.” At least to me, Jeremy is dead. “He died in a car accident.” “For putting you through such pain and trauma, he surely doesn’t deserve such a quick death,” he muttered before pressing another kiss to my head. He was silent for a moment before speaking again. “How about you spend the night at my place? I don’t want to leave you all alone tonight.”

“Why are you talking like that?” “Jeremy Vongov is dead.” The phone slips from my hand and lands somewhere along with the rest of my sanity. You gotta be kidding me!

His back was against the wall, and his head hung low. “Hey,” Leah called gently as she approached. “How is she?” Jeremy didn’t respond. She moved closer, reaching out to touch his arm. “Has the doctor said anything? Did you call Mrs. Callahan yet?” His shoulders trembled. “She’s…” he started, but the words got caught in his throat. Leah stepped back, her breath catching. “Jeremy?” she whispered, dread growing inside her. He lifted his head slowly. “She didn’t make it,” he finally said, his voice breaking.

"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

Jeremy asked quietly…too quietly. “Well, I think it will be best if I went with him for…” Enzo never got to complete his sentence because there was a weird whooshing sound. A collective gasp of shock and fear went up from both the vampires and the werewolves gathered when a pile of ash instantly appeared where the helicopter of the vampires had stood mere seconds earlier. “How about you calling it a day…permanently…with your family.” A red-eyed Jeremy asked sweetly. It was obvious that but for his son who was still in Enzo’s arms, the vampire would be dead.

"I told the doctor to reach out to me if you woke up, but I guess it slipped his mind. I'm sorry I didn’t drop by. Your family were here anyway." "I don't have a family. They were all killed." "By who?" I asked, feeling bad for him. Jeremiah looked at me and smiled. "It's something I don't want to talk about. I'm just glad you're here." "And I'm happy you're recovering. You looked half-dead the last time I saw you," I teased, and he chuckled. "Is he a werewolf... a vampire?" Jeremiah suddenly asked. "Why are you asking?" I murmured.

All that was left was deep disgust and terror. Willow looked into Eric's eyes and tried to explain herself in a lowly manner. "It… It never occurred to me… to expose those pictures to the public…” "All I wanted was…" Before she could finish, Eric spoke up. "What did you want? Say it! You're nothing but a bitch, Willow Summers!” "Why didn't you die? Why did it have to be Whitney who died?!” "Do you really think I would let you sleep with me if it weren't the fact that you looked similar to Whitney and were willing to get into bed with me?"