Novel & Cerita Underworld Vampire Elders

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.

” He asked, and I nodded. ”Yes, they provide us with advice and help and have extensive knowledge of the shifters’ world. Your mother is one.” I answered and adjusted myself on his lap. ”Yes, but I’m not talking about pack elders. They are usually the former rulers or highly educated relatives. But I’m talking about The Elders. It’s a book listing all existing and no longer living species. Each of our species has one. It’s well guarded in the werewolves council headquarters. And unfortunately, only a few with higher rank can access it.”

*** Kinsington, at vampire headquarters I know I’ve fucked up leaving my backpack out in the forest, and I don’t know what I’m going to say to get out of this. The Elders sit around the table staring at me, waiting for my answer. “I was outnumbered,” I lie. “The fuckers almost had me cornered. I had to book it out of there.” It sounds reasonable to me. Elder Krone glares at me, his red eyes gleaming in the misty glow of the candles set in the wall recesses. We keet it dark here. The Elders are Pures, and light will physically hurt them, while me, and the rest of us in the younger generation, are mostly Hybrids and better equipped for daylight. That’s what helped us beat the crap out of the s

I continued, "but I guarantee you that the Elders are the bloodthirsty ones! You saw how they tried to put me to death, and I'm just like them! Alexis should rally them and fight! We could band together against the Collective!" "True, you don't understand," she said, surprising me by not agreeing with me. They were killing her Children, after all. "There is no way that you could understand because it is their biggest secret. You see the Elders don't know that when they answer to the Collective, they are not answering to me but to the demons that have enslaved them. Each Elder has made an agreement to share his or her abilities with the other Elders, the Rectors—and of course the Collective.

But right now, it seems like they would rather sacrifice their states for their biased agendas. It doesn't make sense. "I just hope the bloodshed isn't as severe as it was in the past," Marg sighed. In the past, our enemies weren't our own kind but vampires, hunters, and witches. Now, what has happened? "Did the Elders know about this?" I asked. The Elders are the highest leaders of the werewolf realm, second only to the moon goddess. They are responsible for preserving peace and order. If they found out about this impending conflict, both packs would likely be in trouble.

She was human—that part was certain—but she was also something else… something everyone seemed to be after. “Unlike the ones you’ve met, Hybrid Vampires can walk under the sun… they’re very rare,” I said. “But Vampire Elders can also conquer the sun.” Her brows furrowed as though she was repeating the words in her head. “Are there any Vampire Elders still existing today?” I shrugged. “There are rumors they all died a long time ago, but some say the Elders are in hibernation—and one day they’ll reveal themselves.” “Oh… I hope they never reveal themselves. The world is bad enough with nightwalkers—having daywalkers too would make the world a nightmarish place to live in…” she whispered, more t

The Northern wolves who hadn't been swallowed by the sludge were whimpering, clawing at their own throats as if they could feel the invisible worms I had seen—the parasitic threads that bound their lives to the monsters on the stairs. I stood in the center, my chest heaving, my hands still glowing with the remnants of the white-hot Origin fire. But the Elders were not dead. They were ancient. They had survived for centuries by hiding in the shadows of the strong, and they weren't going to vanish just because a girl had finally realized she was a Queen. The three figures in the skin-robes didn't move, yet the air around them began to pulse with a rhythmic, sickening thud. It was the sound of

Hunter asked. I looked at Hunter, and was in awe that he was into this. "Yes, from each part of this world," she replied. "Woah," Hunter gasped, "That's amazing," his eyes lit up a bit, "But, aren't those elders only a myth?" "Nope," Salem responded, "Vorras of the north, the lord of sphynx; Anatolis of the east, the lady of witches; Dysis of the west, the count of vampires, and Notos of the south, king of wolves. They are our elders that shouldn't be forgotten."

he replied. “I do not think these elders are the answers to our problems,” I replied. “They would be here if they really cared.” I added dismissively. “Where are these so-called Elder Wolves?” Elvira said with a slight sneer. “No one knows where they are?” Marcus replied and clicked the button in his hand. The picture flicked to another picture depicting three gigantic werewolves. They were the size of a skyscraper. “Are they supposed to be that big?” I asked in disbelief. “Something that big should not exist.”

************ 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