True Blood Plot Novels & Stories

My name is Amelia; I'm 17 and work as a server in a small town in New York. It's been 15 years since my mom started this game of hide and seek with my dad and he still hasn't found us, I don't think he loved us enough look. My mom has been in a coma for the last 2 months, leaving me alone and worried, until my father finally found me. It's not like my life was all roses, but since he's found us, it should get better, right? Better meaning I shouldn't get kidnapped, I shouldn't be told that we are monsters, and I certainly shouldn't be forced to live in a pack of wolves, but here I am living a better life now aren't I. I could handle all this, but what was to follow, I never wanted from the very beginning. All I ever wanted; my only dream was to have my family back and go home. Trying to deal with all this is one thing, but what comes next is mind-blowing!

"I’m not angry," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I’m focused." "On what?" He walked toward her, and for the first time, Giovanni felt her wolf howl in warning. She backed up until her heels hit the edge of the massive bed. "On the reason you’re here," he said. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her throat—not to choke her, but to force her to look at him. "Do you have any idea what you’re worth to me, Giovanni?" "I... I love you, Russell. I’ll be the best Luna I can—" "I don't need a Luna," he interrupted, his face inches from hers. His breath smelled of expensive bourbon. "I need an heir. A strong, Alpha-blooded heir to secure my legacy against my brother and the council." "And we’ll have one," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears of relief. "We’ll have a family." Russell let out a dark, chilling chuckle. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, but there was no heat, only ice. "You don't get it, do you? You’re not a queen, Giovanni. You’re a vessel. And tonight, I’m going to fill you." He shoved her back onto the bed, his weight following her down instantly. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his eyes flashing that terrifying, predatory gold. "Wait," she gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Russell, please, let’s just slow down..."

After I register my marriage with Gabriella Archer behind everyone's backs, whenever she unlocks a new bedroom position with her childhood sweetheart, Nathaniel Taylor, she tells me that she'll throw a wedding to make it up to me. In three years, Gabriella has brought the wedding up 33 times. Of course, she has broken her promise 33 times as well. The first time she did, it was because Nathaniel's dog had died. In order to pay respects to it, Gabriella told me that she couldn't host any auspicious events for three months. I was still clad in a tux as I kept apologizing and making amends to all of our family, friends, and relatives beneath the stage. The second time Gabriella flaked out on me, it was thanks to Nathaniel's stomachache. She had the wedding car turned around so that she could buy medicine for Nathaniel and take care of him. In every wedding after that, Nathaniel would get into all sorts of troubles and ailments. I fought with Gabriella, and I lost my temper multiple times. But Gabriella often hit me with, "Nate and I are just friends with benefits. You're my actual husband here, so don't be petty." After Gabriella breaks her promise for the 33rd time, I'm finally done with her. So, I slide a divorce agreement in her direction. "The cooling-off period is over, so let's just finalize the divorce."

For three hundreds under vampire rule, the Blood Prince has drawn a new bride from his realms every fifty years. In my previous life, Seraphina was chosen,Lucian’s childhood sweetheart. The night before our bonding ceremony, she burst into our chamber, tears streaming. “Lucian, I’ve been chosen as the Blood Prince’s seventh bride!” she sobbed. “They say he loses control on his wedding night, drains every drop of blood from his bride. None of the first six lived to see dawn. I don’t want to die—please, claim me as your mate!” But Lucian had already claimed me. And by wolf law, an Alpha may bind only one mate at a time. So I step forward, and refused her. The next day, at the altar, Seraphina slit her throat with a silver dagger. Lucian didn’t flinch. He ordered the blood scrubbed from the stones—and proceeded with our ceremony as nothing had happened. However,on our honeymoon, he pushed me into starving wolves. His eyes burned crimson as he snarled, “If you hadn’t tricked me into marking you earlier, Seraphina would be alive. You killed her.” Over a dozen of wolves with gleaming eyes swarmed me in, tore me limb from limb. Then I woke, back on the day the mate-hunger hex seized Lucian. This time, I dragged Seraph-the girl Lucian cherished as most precious jewel,from her house myself, and shoved her into Lucian’s chamber. “Be his cure, and I’ll take your place as the Blood Prince’s bride instead.

Alexis feels her life is full of danger. Ever since she saw the vampire killing someone in the hallway, she felt watched. Remembering the silver colored eyes that the vampire had, made Alexis start to lose her mind. But when Alexis meet him, the vampire did not hesitate to claim her as his fate.

With the Dark Prince dead, things have been peaceful between the vampires and werewolves for years, but things are about to change, as Angelica becomes of age. On the night of her introduction ball, things are about to take a big turn, as she finds out the fortress her parents built around her cannot protect her from what is coming for her. With her powers far greater than her mother’s powers ever were, she decides to take it upon herself to be the one to keep the family safe, as she journeys out into the world to find the one thing that can stop the darkness that threatens her existence. But on her journey, she discovers more than she bargained for.

Sera Vale has one rule. Survive. No attachments. No illusions. No one worth losing sleep over except her brother Damien, who has always been more trouble than sense and twice as easy to love. When three men tear her door off its hinges in the middle of the night and carry her blindfolded into a world she never knew existed, Sera does what she has always done. She endures. The man waiting for her is Kael Dravon. Alpha. Cold the way deep water is cold. Dangerous the way beautiful things always are. He doesn't want her. He wants what her brother stole. Sera is leverage. One month, he tells her. Then she goes free. She tells herself she can last one month. She doesn't count on the blood bond. She doesn't count on what happens when something ancient cracks open between them, raw and unstoppable and impossible to name. She doesn't count on the way he looks at her when he thinks she isn't watching. She doesn't count on wanting to stay. Kael built his entire world on control. The last thing he needs is a human woman with quiet fire in her eyes and blood that makes his wolf forget every rule he has ever lived by. But the bond doesn't care what either of them needs. And the rival Alpha closing in from the borders isn't just hunting territory. He's hunting Sera. Because what runs in her blood is older than pack law and more powerful than anything Kael has ever had to protect. Now she must decide if the man who chained her was the only one keeping her safe all along. Bound by blood. Owned by fate. Some bonds were never meant to be broken.

"One signature. One life-long debt. One night to change everything." Verina thought she could escape her family’s dark past, until the ruthless tech-mogul Silas Vane corners her with a contract she can't refuse. Her father didn't just owe Silas money,he owed him a blood-oath. The deal is simple: Marry Silas for 365 days, endure his cold touch, and play the perfect doll for the media. In return, her family’s sins are erased. But Silas isn't just looking for a wife; he’s looking for the woman who shattered his heart ten years ago. Verina is wearing a dead woman’s face, and Silas is a man who never forgets a betrayal. As the line between hate and heat blurs, Elara realizes the debt isn't money... it’s her heart. And Silas Vane is coming to collect.

After four years with Killian, I got pregnant. I took the pregnancy test and my ID to a private hospital to set up a file, but when entering insurance information, I was stopped by the blonde administrative specialist. "Mrs. Smith, the system shows there is a problem with your marital status." She looked at me awkwardly. "Your marriage to Mr. Killian is not legally effective." I was stunned and instinctively retorted, "That's impossible. We registered in Las Vegas, all the procedures were..." "There is only an application record, no final signed effective document." The specialist turned the screen around and tapped the keyboard a few times. "Moreover, Mr. Killian's legal wife... shows another lady's name." That name was like a thorn, piercing fiercely into my retina. Elena. Killian's personal secretary, and also publicly recognized as the benefactor who saved his life in the Alps avalanche five years ago. I felt all the blood in my body flowing backward. How could it be her?

When the heatwave apocalypse hits the Earth, the ozone layer has completely dissipated, forcing mankind to move into the underground city. My husband, Rhett Calloway, and I get to stay on Level Two, seeing as we've funded the construction of the underground city. On day in the third year of the heatwave apocalypse, Rhett brings back a sickly young woman from the slums located on Level Three out of the blue. "Nora, the living conditions on Level Three are very difficult. Anna is in poor health. I can't just sit by and watch her suffer." After that, Rhett carries Anna Archer into our home. I keep my gaze lowered as I remind him, "Don't forget that there's a strict population count on Level Two. The available slots in every family are fixed." "I know that. That's why you need to head down to the slums on Level Three to replace Anna for the time being. Once she recovers from her illness, I'll bring you home." The moment I hear Rhett's response, I remain rooted to the spot for a long time. After walking out the front door, I do my best to suppress the quiver in my tone as I call a number that belongs to Level One. "I've already thought it through. I've decided to join the project to end the apocalypse on Level One."