Vampire Elf Novels & Stories

"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

His jawline was angular, defined, and stood out, adding to his vampire-like appearance. His eyes were captivating and drew attention. They looked mesmerizing and haunting. His eyes seemed deeper and darker. His hair complemented his overall look. It was dark black, and had a sleek and shiny texture. In terms of his body, he had a combination of strength and grace. He had a lean yet well-defined physique that showed athleticism and supernatural power. His movements were smooth and precise, indicating that he had heightened agility and control over his body. One unmistakable feature of him as a vampire was his set of fangs. His canines were long and sharp.

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

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

"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

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 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.