Vampire Diaries Elena As A Vampire Novels & Stories

“Dad isn’t as upset as Mom. She’s been so strange and snippy lately.” “She did just have a huge change, learning that Adam has a daughter with his first fated mate, then having Elena move in. Then you have to consider the realization of who Elena is,” I suggest. “Elena is an Alpha. The pack her mother is from doesn’t have a N official heir. There is a young boy who is said to be related to the Alpha, but he treats the boy poorly,” Noah offers. We have been trying to research the pack and everything we can about Elena’s heritage all week, between classes and training sessions.

Vixen's POV: "Man, Elena really misses him." I say, after watching an episode of the vampire diaries. "She's basically loaning magic related schizophrenia from Luke. Even dead Damon feels some type of way about it. I think." Kyla says, eating her ball shaped watermelon and whipped cream. "She's going insane though. She's changed. A lot." I say, shaking my head. "You're right about that. So, Lyilah asked to come over today. I told her she could."

Heavy drapes blocked the windows, candles provided the only light, and the long table was covered with open books, loose papers, and what looked disturbingly like medical journals from the nineteenth century. She looked up as we entered, and I noticed for the first time that she seemed more alive than either David or me; energized, almost luminous in the candlelight. “Good. You’re both here.” She gestured to the chairs across from her. “Sit. We need to talk.” “We need a hospital,” David said. “This is some kind of poisoning, or a parasite…” “It’s vampirism,” Elena said flatly. “Sit down.” The word hung in the air like a curse. I sat. After a moment, David did too.

"And I had started to figure out that Vivica might have had me under a spell. My memories of our love always felt... blurry. Like I was watching someone else live my life. You see, I was seeing this she-Lycan casually before Vivica arrived, a girl named Elena. She was sweet, kind. And when Vivica came into my life, something terrible happened to her." "Did she kill her?" I gasped, clutching the furs tighter. "No... but she might as well have. Elena now wears a mask because of how badly her face was burned by acid. Someone attacked her in the woods while I was away. She didn't see who it was, but they doused her with acid while she was shifting. She was never the same. This acid must have bee

He was dabbing the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief. The smear of crimson against his pale skin looked stark in the candlelight. His other hand still rested possessively on my bare hip, a lingering touch from the frantic coupling that had preceded the feeding. For Vincent, appetite was never singular. The craving for my rare blood and the desire for my warm, willing body were intertwined parts of the same ancient hunger, a ritual of consumption he had perfected over our decade together. He was the Vampire Lord of this city, centuries old. I was Elena Rossi, his primary blood attendant. My family's bloodline carried a rare trait that made it uniquely potent and stabilizing for vam

he said, voice carrying through the hall, “this is Elena. My mate. My claimed. She carries my mark and my seed. Anyone who touches her without my permission will die slowly.” A murmur ran through the room. One vampire — a tall, beautiful woman with white-blonde hair — stared at me with open hatred. “You brought a hunter’s daughter into our home?” she asked, voice sharp. Lucian’s hand tightened on my thigh. “Watch your tongue, Selene,” he said calmly. “Or I’ll remove it.” The woman lowered her eyes, but the tension in the room thickened. Lucian didn’t seem bothered. He simply reached for a glass of what looked like red wine but smelled like blood. He took a sip, then turned my face toward him

“Just tired of…surprises. Renaya surprises in quotes.” “That makes two of us.” “Actually, that makes three of us.” Ambrose added, coming to take his seat. I had to look at this guy, my brows creasing on their own accord. “Who dresses like and calls it normal.” The raw interest in his voice tells me he means the exact opposite. Elena huffed with a sarcastic note ledged to her tone. “The Lycan Princess, I guess.” I chuckled lightly and scouted over to the side table to grab my laptop and clipboard before joining them on the couch. My phone lit up when I pulled it up from my pants pocket. It was a message from Dorian:

"You dare bring your dull blades to my gates and demand the queen of the winter?" Garrick bared his fangs, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the crushing weight of Kaelen's dominant aura. "She is no queen! She is my unbonded omega! Elena belongs to the Bloodstone Pack, and I will not let the North humiliate me by harboring my cast-off!" High above on the battlements, Elena stepped up to the stone edge, looking down at the man who had tormented her for three long years. The silver starlight in her eyes flared to life, casting a brilliant, celestial glow into the dark courtyard below.

I gasped, my head tossing back against the cold altar as my hips instinctively jerked up into his heavy, rigid frame. The power shockwave was immediate. My blood sang inside my veins, answering the call of his pureblood hunger. The golden light bursting from my mark didn't just heat my skin; it rushed through his mouth, fusing his dark vampire aura with my ancient human lineage. "God, Elena..." Julian groaned, his entire muscular body trembling over mine as he swallowed the sacred blood.

The shadows writhed and twisted, coalescing into a familiar form that made Elena's blood freeze in her veins. Elara stepped forward, her cold smile fixed in place, her silver eyes gleaming with triumph. The darkness swirled around her like a living cloak, pulsing with malevolent energy that seemed to feed on the very air of the chamber. She looked more powerful than before, more solid, more real. Her presence was suffocating, ancient. Elena's body tensed for battle, her claws extending instinctively. "You're supposed to be dead. I watched you die. I felt your life fade. I held your body in my arms."