Elena Gilbert From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

He then passed his glance at Mark and Martha who were laughing at him. Eva took Nigel in her arms and said “let them pay for what they have done, Gil. Don’t leave any of them.” Gil kissed Eva’s and Nigel’s forehead one after another and said, “I will always love you both.” He then stood on his feet. His eyes grew red and fangs appeared again. Eva took the bow out of Nigel’s arms and cried out, “Nigel my child, wake up baby…” Gil with his wind speed ran to every vampire who was around and took their throat out one after another and in a second they all were dropped on the ground lifelessly. Martha and Mark swallowed hard seeing Gil’s anger.

Gilbert began, straightening his posture proudly, "this is Lyriel, my girlfriend." Eleanor’s eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, really? She is very pretty." Turning to Lyriel, she smiled warmly. "What’s your name?" "Lyriel Whitmore," Lyriel replied politely with another smile. Eleanor nodded approvingly, while Gilbert looked satisfied as he sat back down, his hand resting lightly on Lyriel’s which she removed instantly. They had a deal of ‘no touching’ until he fully win her heart and he had agreed but she didn't understand why he was suddenly holding her.

“This isn’t gossip during high tea, this is my life we’re talking about. I have the right to know. In fact, one can say my life depends on knowing.” “We don’t know,” Gabriela answers calmly. “Selena’s sixteen. We have two years to figure it out. You, however, are out of time.” A look of fear washes over Mother’s face, and an uncomfortable heat begins to creep up my neck. “How many people know about this, Elara?” Mother asks. “Kane, Axel, Braden and I,” Gabriela jumps in before I can respond. “Braden?” Mother looks confused. “You mean the vampire from …?”

The slap of Eva made the anger of Gil reach the highest peak. Love for her inside his heart had gone for a while and he had just one thought inside that was killing her. He yelled in anger and his fangs began to appear. His eyes grew red and he looked so scary. Eva was shocked by seeing him, so was Mark. The fangs on Gil’s mouth was seen only in the movie by Eva. She gulped hard wondering, “Does that mean Gil is a vampire?”

The elevator doors slid shut just as Garette’s hand reached the sensors. He swore, a jagged, raw sound that echoed through the prestigious halls of the Cambridge firm. "Garette, darling, really," the blonde woman—Elena Vance, a former supermodel turned high-society mogul—said as she stepped out of his office, adjusting the strap of her emerald dress. "It was just a hug. You’re being incredibly dramatic."

They spoke softly together, and Adrian occasionally glanced down at her with a patience he rarely showed anyone. Anyone could see they looked like the real couple. But I was supposed to be the real couple. I was Adrian's betrothed, the girl whose engagement had been arranged since childhood. Our first meeting had been when we were both very young, before my mother died. As a child born of vampire and human blood, I was powerful, yet could never fully control that power. My mother never once called me a monster. She would hold me and say gently, "Elena, you just haven't learned to master your gift yet."

"What did you do? Did you immediately drive him away? You need to be careful with him, Luna Elara. We don't know what's going on in that vampire's mind," Lilian exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Elara's story about what happened between her and Mainard last night.

“He really covered all his tracks, didn’t he?” “Georgia.” Elena’s voice dropped even lower, her grip on my hands tightening. “There’s something else. Something I haven’t told you.” Her eyes darted to the door again, her body tensing as if preparing to leap away at the slightest sound. “I don’t help you because you were kind to me, though you were. I help you because...” She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I knew Carlisle before. Before you. Before all this. I knew his father.” I went still, barely breathing. In all our months together, Elena had never spoken of her life before this house. I knew only the barest details—that she was from Oaxaca, that she had a son in community college,

YEAR 1631 JANUARY,ENGLAND. "Dahlia is dead." Eli muttered while he walked to the old church were his Vampires usually gathered. "Who could have done it?" Gerald Harmony asked by his side. He was a Vampire who just turned 117. Many others also knew the close relationship they both shared. Eli himself couldn't deny he had taken interest in the Vampire. He saw his younger version himself in Gerald that's why he had long concluded he would make the young Vampire his successor as King if anything unforseen happened.

“All I ever wanted from you…was to watch life leave your eyes the way it left hers. Slowly. Helplessly.” He turned and looked at Elena again. “Elena, on the other hand, is far too useful to waste.” Elena screamed at him, raw and desperate. “Go to hell you monster!” Lucia laughed softly. “Careful now, Elena…Monsters tend to take offense.” Elias raised a hand, and the base of Damon's cage suddenly opened to reveal various vents. Seconds later, a sickly green vapor began to seep inside. Damon stared in terror at Elias. “What is that?”