Vampire Elf Novels & Stories

"We are here to discuss a matter of utmost importance." "I know what this is about," I replied, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. "Let's get on with it." The elder cleared his throat and began to read from a thick book in front of him. "According to our research, there are several signs that indicate that Lady Arayah is indeed a vampire." I raised an eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, are those signs?" He began to list them off, his voice monotone and dry. "She has pale skin, she is often seen wearing a cloak to shield herself from the sun, and she seems to disappear without a trace at night."

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

She met the creature mid-strike, plunging the blade into his chest. The vampire hissed, his red eyes blazing. “Foolish elf,” he spat. “When he dies, so do you.” Elira’s voice was steel. “Then I’ll make sure he lives.” With a twist of her blade, she severed something unseen. The vampire shuddered, his body crumbling into ash that scattered on the wind. The forest fell silent, save for the crackle of fading embers. The remaining vampires fled into the shadows, their whispers trailing behind them:

I point out. “It is possible. That could be why the elves are so far northeast as not to raise suspicion. I do know that all the businesses that we have found are owned by the same person.” Nikal comments. “Who is this person?” I asked. “His name is Gryffon Valencia. He is a vampire and a very ancient one at that. The thing is I can trace him back about one hundred years then nothing. It’s like he just appeared out of nowhere. However, I know one guy that does business with him here in Russia and can confirm that this Gryffon guy is much older than that. He says that Gryffon has to be at least 500 years or older.” Nikal answers.

Blood gushes from my nose—heals fast, but still. Branches rain down. Three attackers tumble from above and stay down. That leaves two—maybe three. Thank fuck Violet warned me. I stagger upright, dizzy for two steps, then bolt after a shadow weaving between trunks. No illusions this time—head’s pounding too much. I close the gap and grab him. Dark-skinned, pointed-eared—an elf. Unseelie elf. Blood magic. Great. He’s already bleeding from nose, ears, one eye. He collapses—dead before he hits the moss.

His voice cut through the stillness, smooth and unnerving, but carrying an edge that made me tremble. For a moment, I froze, confused. Then, memory snapped back. I had removed every barrier, every charm, every deterrent that could hinder Prince George. I had made the space open, safe for him because I was waiting for him . My eyes widened. He knew. He knew because… because only a vampire could sense the subtle difference between an open space prepared for entry and one left vulnerable. The realization hit me like a blade: he was a vampire. Shock rooted me to the spot. My voice trembled as the words came, almost a whisper:

His ocean blue eyes are now dark and the pain is clear in them. I raise my hands and touch his cheeks. I caress his face and look him in the eyes. "Damien," I call him out. "Imagine this: a perfect life as a child with a big family to love and cherish. I was a young Vampire by then. All that mattered to me was my parents and my family. As a bloodline Vampire, my parents were also bloodline Vampires. Blood line vampires are original vampires not the turned ones. Bloodline Vampires are the only vampires who can have magical abilities," he says and then shuts his eyes. He rubs his forehead and then continues his narration.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

James insisted. “Then that means the crystal is safe! Vampires can't take it, neither can we!” Drex said. "Hopefully so! It's just that there's a chance that someone could!” Rabbeca began to suspect. "Who?" Drex asked. “Azazel! Creatures said to be cursed elves!” James explained. "What the hell is he?" The older James began to explain what he knew about the elf nation. “The Elves are creatures from the heavens! That's what humans know! But I don't think it's heaven but another place which has a very beautiful realm! They have the power to control many things like the weather, time, and human memory!”

"Let's not talk about this." "The elf." Her eyes widened. "The elf said I won't like what is to come. She knew. She knew Aluxious would come with someone." Daryn's features changed. "An elf!" he snarled. "Are you telling me that you met an elf?" Freya averted her face. "I needed answers." "And she could have killed you, woman. You know elves are cunning and malicious. They despise our kind." "And we despise vampires. Look what happened. He mated that thing. He fucking mated that leech," she screamed.