Vampire Elders Novels & Stories

‘’I may be on your side out of sentiments, but the other Elders are different, especially the oldest one and the head of the elder council. I knew who he was talking about. Elder Vladimir. The oldest Elder in the werewolf society, and the head of the elder council. Typically, they were four elders representing each pack, but there has been another elder with them. Elder Vladimir. His age was not specifically known, but his birth was rumored to have been within the years of the last Alpha King’s reign according to history books. ‘He’ll be the most difficult one.’ The name left a bitter taste in my mouth. The mindset of this particular elder would probably lean more towards the ancient times c

If my memory is right, her name is Tatiana, the werewolves are named Lucian and Titus, while the vampires are Amir and Gregory. "Thank you so much for accepting our summons, respected leaders, presidents, and king and queen," Elder Tatiana started with a stoic look on her face and I was a little taken aback at the aura she was emitting. "We summoned you here to urgently discuss recent happenings in some parts of the world. It is quite alarming that killings of werewolves have become rampant, and we also received information about the illegal transition of humans to vampires..." Seymour quickly cut her off. "That is not quite right, Elder. I'd know if such a thing is happening..."

"Master, the elder is here to see you." A soft polite voice broke his reverie, and Sebastian turned to face the stiff-looking butler. Daniel has been in his service for the last 50 years. "Send him in," Sebastian said and tightened his robe. The elders were a group of oldest vampires who acted as the governing body for the vampires. They didn't have much to do as most covens were self-managed, the elders just made sure that the vampires were following the laws and not endangering their existence. On rare occasions, they also caught and punished the wayward vampires. There was just one sacred rule, never reveal yourself to humans unless they were to be sired. Even killing the humans was forbi

Standing at the center of the hall was a sight that few would have believed possible a month prior: a solemn delegation of three Sanguine Elders from the distant eastern archipelagos. Unlike Lord Vane, these elders wore humble, unadorned robes of dark grey linen, their alabaster faces bowed low in absolute submission. They did not carry weapons, nor did they attempt to manifest their ancient blood-magic. The total destruction of their vanguard at the Straits of Sorrow, combined with the permanent purification of Emperor Malakor's power, had shattered the Dominion's military hubris forever. The lead elder, an ancient vampire named Sorus whose crimson eyes had softened into a muted, respectful

Every vampire who feasted believed the Elders had sanctioned indulgence. The air was a choir of shrieks, sighs, and screams. It was not a night for secrecy. It was a night for grandness. --- High above them, the Elders observed. They had gathered on the terrace, a place that overlooked the festival grounds. From here, they could see everything, the chaos below. The Hollow Veil was a tradition, older than memory—older, even than some who sat in the Circle. Elder Cassian stood nearest the terrace, his robes black as crow feathers, his gaze cutting and precise. “They revel like carrion,” he said, voice low but edged with disdain. “Every year, they sink deeper into mindless gluttony.”

The citadel rises in dark stone and shadow-wrought architecture, a testament to centuries of vampire rule built on foundations that predate wolf memory. Guards direct the returning raiders toward the healing halls for treatment while commanders report to the elders. Lior tries to slip away to private quarters unnoticed, desperate for solitude to process what happened on the battlefield. But Kaelen's hand clamps on Lior's shoulder with bruising strength. "The elders want to see you immediately. No delays, no excuses." The throne room waits deep in Thornhaven's heart, lit by torches that burn with crimson flame and cast everything in shades of blood. Five vampire elder

It was decreed then that Vampires must maintain a lower profile to protect their existence. A Master Vampire wasn't the strongest thing by far. An Elder was stronger than any Master. To become an Elder, you had to possess a power that could not be defined. No Vampire rules applied to an Elder. After our long discussion, I relaxed again. But now my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I focused it on my benefactor. "Tony, who sired you?" He stiffened. "Kaniji." "Somehow I'm not surprised. And Johan, did he sire her?"

Family Ancillae While rare it is not unheard of for an Ancillae progeny of a Clan Elder to be granted the rights of family and coined a Family Ancillae. The term and rank "Family" is rarely used in discussion as it describes a privlage Elder The term Elder is used to denote the status of a vampire who has experienced at least 300 years of unlife or as a term of respect. Sometimes, we beasts last a long time. Forever maybe, or so it seems to those of us who reach these impossible ages. Most vampires call a vampire three hundred years or more an elder, though as with any claim of age, manifestation of great power is more important than documentation and years gone by

The Grand Elders of the Volturi gathered again in their meeting room. A room that exuded a powerful and devilish aura. Though it came from the Grand Elders themselves. Grand Elders doesn't mean they were too old and had walking sticks to support their movement. They had lived for many Centuries but still, they looked young and agile except their head and Layla who were the youngest. The ten of them sat on each right and left wing of the chairs as if waiting for someone more superior while the Drudge Vampires refilled each cup, every now and then. It was as if the animal's blood tasted better to them.

Elder Seraphina, known for her mastery of dark arts, suggested, "Perhaps it is time to unleash our most potent weapons—the cursed artifacts that have been safeguarded for centuries. Let the wolves taste the full extent of our power." Dylan nodded in agreement, his mind calculating the potential impact of such a move. "A pack of wolves and rogue vampires won't bring us to our knees. We must wield our power with ferocity and eradicate this threat." The elders thought about the future, while Dylan's words strengthened their resolve. The chamber, filled with ancient tapestries and adorned with symbols of their immortal lineage, became a crucible of vampiric determination. The council, once a for