Vampire Elders Mga Nobela at Kwento

Johnathon says, sitting beside Ana and I watch as he smiles sadly , after holding her hand. "She is going cold, I can feel it." Kai adds. "Yeah. What do you wanna say , Vlad?" I ask him, finding my voice at last. "I think, we should call upon the elders." He says . "Elders?" Both Damien and I ask him. "The oldest to have ever existed. They have seen many centuries, come and go. They are the people who guide us, every community has at least one living elder. They have immense knowledge, of everything, even things that are not written in history. I think I like that. Should I call him?" Kai asks Johnathon.

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

the first vampire elder completed the story. "Oh, I see. So we attacked him after he gave us a home," the third vampire elder commented and the two vampire elders shot him a look. "Well, from your story that is what happened," defended the third vampire elder who appeared to have gotten an understanding of what was going on. "My father did what he must to protect the species we didn't know what the hack he was and what he would do next," retorted the first vampire elder annoyed by the third vampire elder's comment.

“So they’re just going to undermine everything you’ve ever done for you people for centuries just because you no longer fit this stupid ideal box that they’d built eons ago? They’re gonna forget what you’ve done for your people or how you’ve brought back peace to the lands after the Wipeout…just like that?” “You forget, Trisha, that the Elders have lived for eons.” Damien said calmly and this time when he raised his hand to touch my cheeks, I didn’t reject him. “They’re as old as time and are feared and respected by all vampires and immortals. They’re no longer just vampires, they have become Gods and whatever a God wants, it goes.”

He wondered how he got here in the first place. “You should be worried because of what we have become.” Elijah said with folded hands while Aiden got on his feet. “Elijah, Darius, Beckham, Colby.” He looked at them one after the other. “What are we?” “We are vampires, brother.” Elijah announced. “What are we going to do?” Colby asked as he got on his feet. “You are the eldest, Aiden. What should be done?” Beckham asked while looking at Aiden. Present Day.

In the grand, ancient chamber, the council of vampire elders gathered. The dimly lit room resonated with an air of anticipation, an almost tangible thirst for the impending assault on the werewolf packs. Murmurs of excitement and hunger buzzed among the assembled vampires, their eyes gleaming like crimson jewels in the gloom. They were ready for war, ready for bloodshed. Simon, the regal vampire king, stood before the council, his presence radiating authority. He was an embodiment of their kind's timeless power, and his word carried immense weight among his subjects.

His eyes move back to Addison as he gives her his attention again. “Vampires only truly desire one thing: pleasure. So, having them kill the dragons and start the “feeding” facilities was easy once the ancient elder’s power was siphoned, and the other male elders saw the easy pleasure they would have access to,” The announcer said, and Nadja's stomach dropped when he realized he was talking about him, and what the elders did to him. The announcer looked at Reid, making sure he had his attention for what he was to say next.

But right now, it seems like they would rather sacrifice their states for their biased agendas. It doesn't make sense. "I just hope the bloodshed isn't as severe as it was in the past," Marg sighed. In the past, our enemies weren't our own kind but vampires, hunters, and witches. Now, what has happened? "Did the Elders know about this?" I asked. The Elders are the highest leaders of the werewolf realm, second only to the moon goddess. They are responsible for preserving peace and order. If they found out about this impending conflict, both packs would likely be in trouble.

Though he appeared to be no older than eighteen, this man; their god, was many centuries old. The more powerful a vampire, the easier it was to maintain youth at any age they chose. And Dracula, the oldest vampire of them all, was the prime example. “You’ve been trying to wake me all this while,” he said calmly. “Tell me, what do you want?” The Elders remained still, blood simmering with excitement. Their stomachs fluttered with something like nervous awe. Then, the oldest among them speak. --- Meanwhile, the low-level vampires continued their pursuit of the woman.

I glanced at him and responded He had a different intention of coming here, not what I had thought before, but for another reason. "Hmm," he took a sip, his gaze on me with a smile on his lips. Four elder vampires, including him, had witnessed the war between mages and dark witches that occurred 500 years ago. These individuals earned the title of "elders" due to their longevity, having lived for over seven centuries. The history of the five elders remained unknown to all. Centuries ago, they formed a vampire clan by transforming a select few humans into their kind. Their origins and actions remained shrouded in secrecy, known only to themselves.