Novel & Cerita Elena Gilbert Turns Into A Vampire

"I am confused. You said she had gone through transition and became a vampire. Does that mean she married a werewolf, the alpha you are talking about?" "No. She married a vampire and had a child with him which is Elizabeth. The werewolf died in the hands of Elena's enemies. Elena thought that no matter how strong she was as an assassin, she can't defeat all the enemies at once, that's why she had herself bitten by a vampire so that he would be a stronger. Like you, she used her vampire abilities for vengeance." Elena Ross' story 200 years ago… "Starting this day, you are no longer part of this family!"

I hadn't expected to use it like this. By the time I got back, Adrian's shoulder had been torn open again. But he hadn't moved an inch. Lilian saw me. She screamed like an animal. She thrashed against his hold, and the easel finally gave way. Just before she reached his throat, I drove the blade into her neck. Whatever remained of vampire blood in her veins reacted to the silver—and even though ghouls feel no pain, her entire body seized and snapped backward. "Revenge on Elena... and the man beside her."

The words had barely left her lips when four figures materialized in the dim hallway, their movements swift and soundless. Vampire warriors, each cloaked in shadow, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Sara led them silently into Ella’s room, her heart pounding as she gestured toward the sleeping Luna. With delicate precision, they lifted Ella’s unconscious form. One of the vampires slung her over his shoulder, his gaze cold and unreadable. Sara took a single, lingering look at her friend, whispering, “I’m so sorry, Ella,” before she turned and disappeared into the shadows.

Before Samson finished speaking, he received the entire bottle of garlic water from the hand of the girl he loved and cherished with all his heart because he was trying to approach her and he didn't expect her to throw garlic water at him so he had no intention of avoiding it. - Ah… ah… ah… Samson's loud scream terrified Lucasta so much that she couldn't even lift her legs. She was horrified as she watched his white skin turn red and his claws appear. The ruby-colored eyes that she once felt were beautiful and wished to have suddenly turned red like blood. The two sharp fangs that grew longer gave her a more accurate answer than ever, that he was a vampire, not a human. - Don't... don't come

Elsa asked as screams filled the air in the hospital. Their eyes drifted to the left and they saw a red eyes staring at them. " Oh shit! Vampire." Elsa shouted. "Vampires?" Mrs. Tom asked. The creature dashed at them with full but Elsa grabbed her neck wanting to bite her. Elsa grabbed him and flung him away. Mrs. Tom transformed into a were jaguar and roared loudly. The vampire rose up slowly and with the speed of light dashed out of sight. In seconds several more returned from left and right.

He's mad now, and I know he's affected by Kaelynn's situation. "Let's do it this way," Daryl smiled. "Since you're already like family to us, I'll just hire some new maids, but this time they'll be vampires, but in exchange, you'll allow us to take some of your blood," Daryl said as Kaelynn clutched her neck. "Hahaha, relax, Kaelynn. We won't kill you. You'll just be our blood supplier and expect us to stop killing people." Daryl appeared serious, and he seemed to have re-enchanted Kaelynn's heart. Tsk!

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

There was no way, or at least no easy way, to permanently deactivate them. Although she was obviously weaker, Elara was not vulnerable. Even though she is suspicious as to why her trump card has failed, the now disheveled black-haired girl growls relentlessly, doing her best to resist the onslaughts of her enemies. Sam kicks her right where the bite marks are. A viscous brown liquid slowly trickles down the perforations. It was blood, but dead blood, a still blood. After all, before she was a vampire, she was human. Shandra frowns and watches Ezan and Caleb. Werewolves were born, but vampires were created?

She then followed me out of the room. "What's this about? Does Lance know you're here?" Elena said, calmly. It was worth mentioning that this was uncharacteristic of her. "He does," I lied. "You're lying but okay," Elena said, feigning understanding. "So what do you want?" "To offer you a deal. Give me my power back and I will make you something that can regenerate your missing toes." Elena one day during a pack hunt got caught in a trap in her werewolf form as a child, but she was rather lucky to be missing only the last three toes of her left foot.

George instructed. Dillon didn't waste any time. He approached George and Elaine, and the closer he got, the more violent Elaine became. She growled, struggled and practically foamed at the mouth. She knocked the back of her skull against George's nose, drawing blood, but the male vampire didn't relent on his hold. Dillon closed the space between his body and that of Elaine's. He laced his hands around her waist, and pulled her into his form, holding her tight. Elaine huffed and screamed, but Dillon held on, and pressed his chin on her shoulder.