Elena Gilbert Turns Into A Vampire Novels & Stories

Elina screamed and kicked, he was different from his normal self. “No, stop it now… let me go!” Elina screamed and kicked. Pleaded to be set free, but he trapped her with his hard frame. Spread her legs and cupped her p**sy. His sharp nails, no claws, it was impossible, he was turning. How was it possible, she thought he was a vampire, but why was he slowly turning into a wolf. Elina was disturbed, but soon hissed when she felt his mouth on her sex. Sucking in her breath, her tear-filled eyes opened halfway.

“Elena, these look like claw marks.” “They are.” Lila’s head snapped up. “Someone shifted and attacked you?” “Not completely shifted. Just… partially.” Elena’s voice cracked. “It was Vivian.” “Vivian? As in Dr. Hale’s wife Vivian?” Lila stared at her. “Why would she…” Understanding dawned across her face. “Oh no. Elena, what did you do?” “I didn’t mean for it to happen.” Tears burned behind Elena’s eyes but she refused to let them fall. “It just… it happened.”

She leaned closer to Caspian, drawing strength from his presence as she faced the challenges that lay ahead. Elena's eyes flashed with fury, her composure slipping as she turned to Caspian. The dim lights of the bar cast shadows across her face, accentuating the sharp angles of her features. She leaned forward, her voice a low, venomous hiss that sent a chill down Lily's spine. "Do you have any idea what you're getting into, vampire?" Elena spat, her words dripping with contempt. "You're shacking up with one of the most powerful beings in existence."

He mocked. Rage slowly seeped into Elbert’s cold skin, but he tried to keep his cool. He was not a new vampire, but a master vampire. He released the hold he had on the creature, who trumped to the floor like a bag of sacks. Elbert watched him scramble to his feet. The laughter was gone, and in its place; was terror. “What’s happening?” A beautiful feminine voice sounded behind Elbert. Camille… Elbert didn’t turn. He had to figure things out, and protect her if need be. But, he wouldn’t stop himself from seeing what happened to this stranger. His voice was cold as he said the words, “Go back home, Elizabeth.”

His fingers went into her then he mocked as she cringed in fear "Still a virgin huh?" he laughed touching her face and immediately, his fingers got soaked in her tears. "You couldn't find yourself a mate huh? poor pretty thing, it's my luck then, let me do the honor" he announced as he settled between her legs. Poor Elma screamed for help as what she dreaded was about happening, she tried mindlinking her sister Elsa, but Elsa had been knocked out by alcohol and was being laid by the drunk vampire. Rina's POV

Elena sighed, her gaze moving around the tomb, still trying to convince herself that she wasn't in a dream. "We have no time to waste, Elena, the floor is yours," Killian said, giving Elena a quick bow as she passed him, to get to the entrance of her tomb. "To summon the demon, we need to first draw a witch's circle in blood and not just any blood, the circle as to be drawn with the blood of a high ranking witch," Elena explained, turning to face on of the guards, her gaze went to his waist where a medium sized army knife rested, "hand me your knife." The guard obliged, handing Elena his army knife before stepping backwards to join Killian. "For the next part—" Elena said as she cut her palm

Chapter Seven The file didn't say much. Maria Gilbert. Thirty-two years old. Newly married. Wife of Daniel Gilbert. No photograph. No detailed history. Nothing that explained what she had done or why she was a target. But there was only one instruction. Eliminate on sight. So when Elena slipped into the apartment Mr and Mrs.Gilbert owned, she knew not to waste time. The place was quiet. She moved through the living room without making a sound, her gaze sweeping over every corner as she went. Then, she heard it.

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

The dark violet tracks along his jaw erupted into a thick, pulsing network of black briars that began to weave themselves directly into his skin, his massive Lycan frame violently convulsing as the parasite began the final process of total possession. Elena lay completely paralyzed in the mud five paces away, her open eyes staring uselessly at the ceiling as the green glare of the moonstone veins began to turn a deep, bleeding crimson. She couldn't raise her hand. She couldn't call out for her mate. Her own blood was turning to ice inside her veins, the fluid from the valve pooling around her head as the ceiling above them began to groan under the weight of the shifting mountain. From the da

None of them were giving me the answers I needed. Well, I guess the answers that I wanted. What I wanted was a do-able answer for me. An answer that would let me keep Khloe with me forever, but I haven't been getting a whole lot of ways for that to happen. I looked into any history of a human being turned into a vampire, but there were only two records of that happening. And both happened by the human receiving the blood of a High Lord. From the High Lord himself. Which seemed easy enough, but I don't know any Lord that would be anywhere near willing to do that.