Vampire Diaries Elena As A Vampire Novels & Stories

Elena's POV Vicky leaned against Jason, her face pale. She looked at me and licked her lips. "I'm sorry, Elena." Her smile was gentle. "The doctor said… pregnant vampires need human blood for nourishment." The study reeked faintly of blood. Two servants stood behind me, pinning my wrists in an iron grip. A sharp silver needle broke the skin, and a crystal goblet was placed beneath my wrist. Bright red blood dripped into the glass, one drop at a time.

Then, Elena moved toward me, her steps light but purposeful, carrying an air of quiet authority. "You're Diana, aren't you?" Elena's voice was cold but laced with challenge. I frowned slightly, my eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" Her eyes sharpened. "I'm Elena, heir to the Blood Moon Wolf Pack." Her words carried a weight of power, and she added with subtle pressure, "It seems there's some unspeakable connection between you and Giovanni. I'm curious—what kind of secrets do you keep as his secretary?" I felt a brief flicker of tension, my hands clenching imperceptibly as I struggled to maintain my composure. I straightened, meeting her gaze with unflinching resolve. "Who do you think you are, q

She locked her silver, pupil-less gaze directly onto the Weaver’s obsidian eyes. "You want my blood," Elena said, her voice dropping into a quiet, freezing cadence that cut through the whistling, ash-choked wind. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, leaving the safety of the stone platform behind. "You didn't crawl out of the iron mines just to execute an outcast. You want the dawn. You want the silver in my veins to feed your rot." The Weaver paused, the puppet-like body of Alpha Vance halting the downward arc of the broadsword by a mere fraction of an inch. The violet fire behind Damon’s pitch-black sclera flared with a sudden, ancient curiosity.

“Here… the youngest.” Elena brought her hand to her mouth, feeling something inside her break. Vlad then stared at the third tombstone for much longer. Much longer. When he spoke again, his voice came out even lower. “And here… my wife.” The wind blew stronger at that moment, making the dry leaves move around them. Elena approached slowly, stopping beside him. “She…” she began, hesitant, “was…” He closed his eyes for a second. “Everything.” The answer was simple and devastating. Elena felt her eyes burn. Even as a vampire… she could still cry.

I forced my chin up, meeting his dead gaze. "I, Alpha Kaelen of the Northern Court," he stated, each word cutting through me like a knife, "do not accept the trickery of the moon. I reject you, Elena of the Crescent Pack, as my mate and future Luna." The room collectively drew in a sharp breath.

I felt my face burning. "What's your name?" Kaine asked. "Seraphina Ashford." I swallowed hard. "Sera." "Well, Sera Ashford, you're new. So let's see what you're made of." She gestured to a vampire with copper-red hair pulled into a high ponytail and eyes that looked like they could cut glass. "Elena, come here." Elena smiled. It made my skin crawl. She stepped onto the mat, rolling her shoulders like a predator warming up.

Elena shrieked in excitement and Brianna spread her arms wide to embrace her, she embraced the other two ladies whose name I copies to be Natalie and Amy. “It's so good to see you again, tell me how they treated you over there, what did you eat and drink for survival!” Brianna who had beautiful brown eyes and well side packed chestnut hair asked eagerly and Amy nodded. “Yes, especially the drink.” “Chill girls, it's all cool aside from the drink. I lived on anti Vampiric drink to destroy my thirst for blood or I would have been thrown out from such a precious school and my medical degree would be revoked.” Elena explained and I stood there, staring at them like a robot, waiting for the next

I screamed, my fingers trembling as the silver veins in my arms began to itch with a violent, ungrounded voltage. "He is irrelevant," the woman hissed, stepping into my space until I could smell the scent of burnt copper and old graves clinging to her. "The Council used the wolves as batteries, but they forgot who built the cage. I am the Glitch, Elena. I am the one who sold the sequence to the shadows." A knot of ice formed at the base of my spine. She wasn't just a Guardian; she was the ancestor who had betrayed the Line, the one who had turned the sacred bond into a bureaucratic kill-box.

Immediately the one on my neck started to vibrate in response, glowing softly. "This confirms what I suspected," the Oracle said. "Elena is connected to the bloodline of the last Avatar. The one who disappeared during the Purge, believed killed but never confirmed." "So she is one of the witches,” Lord Aldric said flatly. "This makes her more dangerous, not less." "Unknown parentage," Lord Brennan added. "Unknown bloodline. No true connection to our kingdom or its laws. She could be a plant from an enemy nation.” "That is ridiculous!" Kieran's voice rang out from the gallery. He was on his feet again, barely restrained by Marcus and David. "You are twisting facts to support your predetermine

She is probably laughing at me in the car right now, she looks down on me and I do not like that. It matters not that Hunter does not feel for me yet, I will make him want me more than anything in the world. I will become the very air that he breathes, the only sight he will see and the one being his heart will beat for. I will be his woman no matter what, I will be the Luna of the Storm Riders pack. ELENA’s POV Hunter’s car pulls up in front of the biggest building I have ever seen. This place is huge! I rub my eyes, careful not to smudge the mascara that Elena gifted me and take in a deep breath, admiring the colossal building in front of me.