Vampire Elf Novels & Stories

"Not too much, just the same as everyone else really. A long time ago all the elves started going evil and started killing everything in sight so they were wiped out, but Mum why are we talking about Elves?" "There was this young Elf that was surrounded by death and fear. She managed to hide from the Vampire's, wolves and Witches when they came to destroy her people. She spent years in hiding trying to learn how to survive on her own and not show that she was an Elf in fear she would be killed. She hid so well as she was not a full Elf but half wolf aswell. When she turned twenty three she passed a woman on the street who grabbed her arm and stopped her. The woman's eyes had gone all white a

His words end and linger in the air as I think. “What kind of blood do you need?” Elnora’s voice is closer than it should be as she asks the creature. “Any vampire blood is fine.” “How do we know that if we give you this that you will leave us alone. If you had this deal with the past King, why were vampires still coming into our town?” Elnora stops walking as she reaches my side. “Those that came into town were rouge. Your killer, she had every right to dispose of them as she did. If they were going to come after the people who were supplying the food for our children, we would have done it ourselves. She made our jobs easier. Something we told your King.” “How much blood do you need?” Elno

"Stupidity it is. I know you're alone. I also know you come here every day. Hasn't anyone taught you to be more circumspect in your daily life? Stop following the same path. Change your routines now and then. Don't be so humanly predictable. I really am surprised Vargas had such a hard time killing you." "And yet, he's dead, and I'm alive." Rhychard turned and glanced down at the elf, the Unseelie a full head shorter than the Warrior, but then again, Rhychard reached five inches past six feet, so most people were. "Aren't dark elves supposed to be…taller?" The elf shrugged, his shoulders thin under his tunic. "Aren't Warriors supposed to be smarter? But, then again, you are a human. Perhaps

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

Like my mother. "Victoria O'Hare!" She jumped. Jeramiah beckoned her forward. Swallowing hard she stepped onto the platform. Despite her fear she forced her head high, refusing to cower in front of these creatures. "Next we have this stunning beauty," the vampire announced. "A sweet half-elf with all the beauty and none of the power. You can claim her to your hearts content without risk of limb or life." The elves in the back laughed uproariously. Anger burned in her stomach. How could they find any of this amusing?

I winked before running off. I was over this conversation already. It was boring. Liam was too easy to read and too easy to mess with. As much as I would enjoy bugging him all day, I have better things to do. I raced to the vampire den, grabbing a bag of warm elf blood. I drank it like a juice box. Elf’s blood tastes the sweetest, so it’s by far the most popular pick. On days the sun hides behind dark gray clouds, the elves are usually the first to be bitten. “I thought you left.” Casse noticed me first. I hadn’t expected her to still be down here..

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

The small elf asked, his eyes widen as he stared at the powder inside the jar and then looked at the vampires wide-eyed. “We told you, this is what the other vampires have been using on us. They've been running underground blood shops!” Aero said, his face was void of expression, but then he tilted his head to the side and his eyes narrowed in on the elf's ears before his nose scrunched up. Aero's body jerked and his head snapped to Silas, who was glaring at him after elbowing his side. “Don't look at my father-in-law like that again!” Silas pushed his demand into Aero's head. Aero narrowed his eyes at the guardian before clearing his throat and turning his attention back to the elf.