Vampire Elders Novels & Stories

The Vampire Elders are referred to as the Vampire Council by his other close friends, who are also vampires. Kim, his radiant bride, was also anticipating the next words he would say to her, as was the rest of the room when he turned to face her. While she motioned for him to say "I do," she put a worried smile on his face, as if she were worried about him. So that they can seal the deal with a kiss at the end of the night.

The Northern wolves who hadn't been swallowed by the sludge were whimpering, clawing at their own throats as if they could feel the invisible worms I had seen—the parasitic threads that bound their lives to the monsters on the stairs. I stood in the center, my chest heaving, my hands still glowing with the remnants of the white-hot Origin fire. But the Elders were not dead. They were ancient. They had survived for centuries by hiding in the shadows of the strong, and they weren't going to vanish just because a girl had finally realized she was a Queen. The three figures in the skin-robes didn't move, yet the air around them began to pulse with a rhythmic, sickening thud. It was the sound of

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.

“Come with me.” She followed me into my study. I motioned for her to sit down when I saw she was waiting for me to ask her to sit. I loved the act. It showed she was raised well. I sat behind the desk and she sat across from me. “Is there a problem?” I asked. “Yesterday, an elder god appeared to me. He said something was coming for you and that I should warn you to be cautious.” The elder gods were gods who had retired. There was the council of blood (Vampires); the council of brew (Witches); the council of fire (Dragons); and the council of thieves (Griffins).

"He's right. We cannot rely on old strategies and defenses. We need to be proactive and find ways to strengthen our position." Another elder, Mary, chimed in, "What l suggest we do now is send out scouts to gather information about the vampires' movements and plans. Knowledge is power, and it will give us an advantage." I nodded in agreement with Mary's suggestion. "Yes, scouting is essential, but we also need to consider the possibility of using the secret weapons my father kept hidden away. He wrote it in his will that he had entrusted all his assets to him as his only surviving blood and heir, so by right, I am able to use them under my command, but it seems most of the elders here believ

But something else had found them first. Theoden stopped suddenly, his hand raised. They weren’t alone. Figures emerged from the forest—six of them. All tall, cloaked in deep black, their presence wrong. Ancient. The smell of old magic rolled from them in waves. Their eyes glowed white—not with life, but with memory. Memory of a time before rules, before balance. Elders. Theoden snarled. “Run.” But it was already too late. They moved like lightning. One Elder struck Luka first, sending him crashing into a tree with a sickening crack. Darius lunged toward him, only to be thrown aside like a rag doll. They didn’t stop to finish either kill. The warriors weren’t their target.

He growled grabbed the vampire by its head and slammed it into the ground. "Keep your head in the fight, Mitch," Draco snapped. "Don't die when she is just a few feet away." Mitch chuckled. He turned and looked at his mate again. She was holding her own well against the vampires surrounding her and Alphonso. "Do these things ever finish?" Mitch asked, looking around at the vampires still swarming over the field. "We have to take out the elder vampires, or Vladimir himself," Draco said, stabbing a vampire dead on the floor. He shook his spear loose and looked around. "Now how do we know an elder vampire?" He asked under his breath.

This is why I needed the Elders. The werewolf community had one rule. Not to disobey the Elders. I might have to break them once or twice, but they had to listen to this from them. “This is to protect ourselves from a sacrifice. A massacre maybe.” Confusion spread among the members. Elder Vincent spoke. He was the calmest one of the Elders. “The Vampires need power. From the past few centuries, they have been constantly weakened due to the lack of human blood. Animal blood does not boost their immunity like the humans’. And since they have been prohibited from hunting humans, a sacrifice of their arch enemies, the werewolves, will bring them power and strength. And that is why we need to pro

They all growled at me with anger, but neither of them was bold enough to make a first attack. I know they could smell the blood on me and I could also smell their fears. “Eren, what the fuck do you think you are doing? Storming into my territory and killing my people. What do you think the Elders and the council will say about this?” He asked. The Elders were a council of handpicked wolves, picked either by status, influence, power, or age. They were like the ultimate power in the werewolf world and were responsible for keeping the peace and everything in check in the werewolf world. And one of their many red tape rules was pack-on-pack killings.

Naelis asked him with a form and her voice was so cold that the guard trembled in fear. “The.. the…Elders are waiting for you in the conference room” the guard stuttered nervously. “Okay” Naelis replied and the guard immediately rushed out of the room like he was being chased. Naelis washed her face and pulled her red hair into a ponytail before going to the conference room. On getting to the conference room, she saw the pack elders, led by Elder Victor's second-in-command, Elder Elias. They looked very tired and sad, even their faces were pale. They had seen their friends and loved ones turn into monsters and died gruesomely.