Vampire Elf Novels & Stories

She's seen this before, I realize, and then I wonder which it had been; her home burning or the reactions of the elves who had been fed up. I grip Saelyna's hand instinctively, and the iden surges again, stronger than ever. Even Veesa is nothing more than a talking wolf, no less than these creatures with their annoying fangs and claws and flying spears. I snatch one out of thin air, as it sails toward us. For a second it is a matchstick in my grip, the next, I fashion it into a flying staff of flame, and send it right back, through the stunned Abomination that had hurled it. 'We are elves, Veesa,' I say distantly, like I'm reading a book, 'It is what we do'.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

There were slight hesitations in their voices, and they gummed their backs to the entrance door in fear of me. I ignored them while Colbert answered them. They were young vampires who still had atoms of emotions. Vampires like me are emotionless, and I love it that way. It brings me much respect and makes no one mess with me. My elder brother Colbert often displays certain human emotions, and it irritates me. The only emotion I am capable of showing is wrath.

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.

Vanadine watched as the mist wrapped itself around the elf and started to change. It took on depth to begin with, the mist thickening to become a fog and then something more substantial. Waves of need hit him and he knew instantly this was a succubus. He dragged Carine away as Lilibet drained the life force from the old elf, his final gurgle a wet exhale of breath.

My lungs burn as I push harder, faster, but my legs feel like lead. I have to look. I have to see what's hunting me. Heart racing, I spin around—only to freeze in terror. Red eyes glint in the darkness, fangs bared and ready to strike. A vampire, pale and beautiful and deadly, its mouth curved in a predatory smile. I blink, and the shape shifts again. Now before me stands a tall figure with long, pointed ears and ethereal features that seem to shimmer in the moonlight. An elf? But not quite. Something older, more dangerous.

I asked. Halek answered. "Dark elves are the most numerous. They rule the underground cities, trade in secrets and poisons. Their skin is the color of ash, their hair white as bone. They see in darkness better than you see in light. Do not trust a dark elf. They will smile while they cut your purse, then cut your throat when you turn around." He ticked off on his fingers. "Vampires. They do not need blood to survive, but they crave it. The older ones can control your mind with a look. They live in the mountain keeps, and they collect beautiful things. People are beautiful to them."

came a question from the elf thus breaking the antagonizing silence between them. One thing that elves always watched out for was the vampire race as this race was their mortal enemy. The vampires preyed on them for their blood. The blood of an elf could make lots of wonders and one of them is to prolong the life span of a vampire aside from healing them from any injuries. Since the elves were immortal beings, their blood was much more valuable than anything in Hetonaia. However, not all elves possessed the valuable traits as only elves with golden eyes held much greater prowess but, sadly, golden-eyed elves were hard to find because humans also hunt them. Luveas said nothing. After a while

Kaelynn asked, her voice trembling with fear; it pains me to see her like this. "He is not yet a full vampire, nor is he pure blood. He's a dhampir," Daryl said, and Kaelynn looked relieved, and I saw her grip her hand tighter. "Make your choice, Kaelynn. We won't kill you, it just depends on you if you can last longer here," Daryl said, and Kaelyn stood up and wiped her tears. "I know I'm just your maid here, but as your maid, I request that you let me handle all cleaning and other housekeeping chores here so that those women you killed can have peace and rest," she said before breaking down in tears and kneeling.