Vampire Elders Novels & Stories

The term Neonate, representing the vampire age of fifty or less years. Ancillae are strong vampires and belong in the age category of fifty years to three hundred years. Elder!!! Elder could be family elders or clan elders, or maybe the one from the council members, they have lived more than three hundred years or more. And at last, Antediluvian Elder, they belong to the second generation over thousands of years. However, a vampire's life span was upto five hundred years. Adrianna was shocked when she read the information and wondered how old Alaric would be? Would it be safe for her to ask him? She shook her head and read the book again.

Those chairs are each fitted in design for the realms upon which each elder represents. As soon as the pleasantries adjourn, the elders walked in and took their seats. This century the appointed elders have representation from humans, werewolves, vampires, fae, warlocks, elves, and witches. Silence engulfs the room as the elders take their seats. Elder Aeon of the Fae begins the meeting by thanking us all for being here and that he wishes it was under better circumstances, then nods to Elder Luca of the Warlocks.

Anna said kindly. ”The oldest in a vampire tribe are considered the Eldest. Then the three oldest afterward are considered Elders. Nyx gifts the Eldest and Elders with abilities that keep them, and their tribes protected. Each gift helps the Elders fulfill their daily duties,” Bernard explains. “But sometimes the Goddess can gift a vampire a special ability without them being an Elder. Like Anastasia for instance.” I sat frozen, staring at him in disbelief. He paused for a moment so I could gather my thoughts.

No doubt because he had been reading my mind as usual. “I wanted to know more about the battles you fought.” I wasn’t worried about asking my dad about his past. My parents had never been against talking about it. The only reason I didn’t know more was because I had never been particularly interested in the subject. Knowing more about why I was in danger only served to make me think about my life trapped in the house, and I didn’t need that. “The Elders are a group of older, powerful vampires. They believe in keeping things pure and sticking to the old way of life.” He was careful over certain words. As though he thought they would hurt me to hear them.

Once they have learned these rules, they can properly live in the human world without risking the vampire society. Okay, Wendall could fit this category as well. I continued to read on. ‘Elders: The highest level is that of the Elders, who are the most experienced and influential members of the vampire society. They consist primarily of leaders and founders of clans or owners of havens.’ I remembered Darick talking about the Elders the night Godfrey was killed. Damn! These vampires literally live by their own system, separate from the world. I turned the page as I longed to learn more when I heard the door creek open. I rushed to a bookshelf at the back of the library and kneeled, hoping it

His expression showed that he felt he had been fooled, and Lev felt the same way. After hundreds of years have passed and the vampires have lived a lulled life in peace, it turns out that their nemesis is plotting a long-term plan for revenge. As the Elders once said, this war was as eternal as they were. Nothing will ever completely disappear. Lev didn’t expect that those words weren’t pure nonsense. But now they were still guessing, walking in the dark. He had so little information and he had to be careful or he’d mess things up. “We must relay your findings to The Elders—”

he reported and as he was yet speaking, another vampire entered the room and said; “The lifebloods are here. They have their armies spread out and have surrounded the whole of Athens. They have no intention of breaking in, and Aamon, their master is with them. They also brought the witch along.” Elder Kane stood up immediately and looked at the two vampires before moving his eyes to look down. “I’ve seen this before,” he said. “It is what happens before a declaration of war.” Simon barged into the room the next second and was surprised to see that the Elders were already informed.

************ I didn’t know that while I was sitting there, feeling like a king in a collar, Marcus was walking into a literal hellhole. The Council of Elders didn’t meet in boardrooms. They met in the basement of an abandoned cathedral in the Bronx, a place where the air tasted like damp stagnant blood. Marcus stepped into the center of the room, his boots echoing against the cracked floor. ******* Six of them sat in high-backed stone chairs, cloaked in shadows. But it was the woman standing to the left who made the hair on Marcus’s neck stand up. Elara Westborn. She was a pure-blood vampire, very loyal and ruthless with eyes that looked like they had been carved out of rubies. She was Marcu

Rylan breathed. I scanned the captives. Wolves from our pack. From neighboring packs. Even a few vampires, chained separately, their pale faces gaunt with hunger. But no Lyra. "Where is she?" I moved toward the door. A laugh stopped me. "Looking for someone?" My father stepped from the shadows. Behind him, the five elders. And behind them, a dozen of his most loyal warriors. He was in human form, dressed in ceremonial robes, a curved dagger in his hand.

Good, innocent people, simply doing what their Alpha told them to do, even though they didn't want to. Well that my people is exactly what these two vampires did. They didn't want to come here, they didn't want to try and take my newborn son. They didn't want to kill any of our people.... But just like us, they too have someone that rules them.... The elders! There's four of them. When they're told to do something, they do it because they have to whether they want to or not! And that's exactly what they did that night. They came here. They came here under orders to take my son. And unfortunately some of our people died....