Vampire Diaries Elena As A Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

"They are bowing to their Queen." "I'm not a queen. I'm a student from the city." "You have the seed of a Lycan Queen in you now, Elena," Alaric said. He stopped walking and turned me to face him. "That’s why the telepathy is coming so fast. A normal human mate wouldn't hear us for months. But you... you’re already shouting insults at me across two floors." "I don't want it," I said, looking away from his intense gaze. "I don't want to be special. I just want to be me."

Zayn pushed at my shoulders for me to stop. Another harder nudge on my chest made me open my eyes, seeing her lying limp in my arms my lips firmly clamped around her throat. I retracted my fangs and gently placed her on the ground, looking in the direction of the shaman. "What now?" I growled at him, annoyed at my lack of self-control. "Now that her blood is in your system, you feed her yours so both your blood will be in hers, and then I'll begin." Zayn grabs the blade from his pocket to slit the palm of his hand, blood pooling immediately he made the cut. He clenches his fists and raises Elena's head, positioning it for her to drink.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

He is smiling sweetly so that the others would think that we are just having the usual small talks between couples. "I am already trying the best that I can. Don't push me too much," I said in a smooth voice but my eyes were like cold silver cutting through him. "I can see that you are not one of us, Elena. In what town are you from, then?" "Asran, under the kingdom of Hales." "What do you do?" "I'm an ass—" "Her family owns a tavern, Grandpa. That was where I met her."

She went through the clothes that had been bought for her by Alpha Lina on her second day of arrival, slipping on a black trouser and a white shirt, she then went on to put on some flats and yawned. What she would do for some sleep right now, but ever since the blood moon, she had been seeing Marcus in her dreams. For most, seeing their mate in their dreams after the blood moon would seem magical but to Elena, it was not at all great, it was more of a nightmare for her. "I can see that you're ready" Lina said from behind her, hearing the sudden sound she jumped. "When did you..." She uttered, trying to calm back down her heart rate.

She bit the man’s neck and blood oozed on both of them. “That’s enough.” Elena stated on the microphone and I opened my eyes. “Is that all that you got bitch?” Natasha yelled angrily. “I just wanted to give you a heads up of what’s to come.” Elena replied. “I needed to execute those three idiots do thanks for your help. We need to wait for your friends so we can start having fun.” “Why are you doing this?” I asked nervously. “I want to kill them because they are useless. I want to be the most powerful vampire in the world and rule over everyone.” She replied.

Her eyes held an intense look as she stared at me and almost immediately, they pooled with tears. “I can't believe…” She pulled me into a hug, wrapping her arms around me. We both stood there, arms around each other and crying for the one who wasn’t with us. “This is a lot to assimilate Eliana, you're telling me you were born as a werewolf into the Dark Moon pack, and Damon, that bastard is your mate?” My aunt asked a few minutes later after I was done summarizing everything that had happened to me in the past months to her.

Alex shrugs his shoulders denoting he doesn't care but his arm is still clinging to my hips like an iron belt. I extend my hand and the Romanian kisses it. The contact with his lips causes me to instantly go pale... Blood, there is blood everywhere. Rivers and rivers of blood and cold. A poisonous, deadly cold. And a name, a scream that breaks the night, a desperate prayer of regret, love and hate... Elennah. I remove my hand from contact with... Dracula. It seems that my palm has been burned from cold. His eyes become slits and I see them flash with understanding. Vlad knows what I've seen. His face takes on a stony expression.

Josephine called her name and attention, holding a serious look, “I know you are a caretaker, but you don’t go about opening people’s freezers and eating stuffs when you have not been given the freewill.” “I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s because I know that Mr. Gray doesn’t eat junks,” Elena spoke, looking innocent. With the way Elena said it, Josephine was unsure if the caretaker actually knows what Lucas eats or drinks or what he really is. It also made her wonder if his driver, Sullivan, or Michael knows about him being a vampire. Bringing her attention back to Elena who was trying to prove innocent, she said to her, “As a matter of fact, those ‘junks’ actually belongs to me.”

“The last time we met, I beat you and Nyla so badly you couldn’t walk straight.” Lucia’s smile faded just for a moment, then it came back again, more sinister than ever. “And yet here I am, Elena. Stronger and more powerful than I ever was with Damon. And besides, I have an army behind me.” Elena’s eyes went briefly to the abominations behind her. “I see Elias didn’t bother to tell you that I killed one of those things already.” Lucia’s gaze darkened. “He told me more than enough about you, bitch. I know you may have been unfairly blessed by the stupid goddess, but those blessings don't make you immortal.”