Bucky Yelena Novels & Stories

Yelena Surrey, who was in the crowd, has an extremely awful expression. She initially thought that Harvey was just an ordinary rich second generation. She never expected that there was more to it than that. He was indeed quite capable of having Tim Zepeda and Yaron Quick backing him. Nonetheless, in Yelena’s mind, the Surrey family was still the most influential in Buckwood High School. This was a forbidden terrain where even the tigers had to crouch, and the dragon had to coil! Yelena immediately dialed a phone number when she thought of this. “Father, there’s someone here who is supporting that little b*tch, Xynthia, and even invited Tim Zepeda and Yaron Quick, the number one and number tw

Climbing up to the second floor, he peeped into the window and almost missed a step. For he saw a young lady doing yoga, dressed in form-fitting clothes that accentuated her perfect figure. A stunning woman with flawless facial features... She was… wait a minute… she was Zendaya, one of the most famous celebrities right now! As Alex’s gaze fixated on her, an angry voice came from below. “Who are you? Get down now!”

Athena cared about nothing; she saw Azazel as nothing but a big nasty bully. She had saved many of her friends from bullying before, but now she is a victim; the only difference is that she could fight back earlier, as she had her father’s support, but now she is an orphan, so keeping quiet was her best chance. Her tears flowed unknowingly. She now started to understand the police officer’s words. “Don’t cry, Thena,” Narcissa wiped Athena’s tears. “I am here; so is Tris” Narcissa looked at Tristan standing far away. She didn’t know how to react but nodded.

There must be two hundred of them, crammed into the bunker's main hall, their faces a mixture of fear and determination. Helena is standing at the front, her face hard, her eyes fierce. She's been through so much—faking her own death, watching her mother die, fighting the Collective for decades. And she's still standing. Still fighting. Damon is at her side, his hand resting on his gun. His grey eyes scan the crowd, always watching, always ready. He's been my shadow since the beginning. My protector. My partner. My everything. Zara is in the corner, her amber eyes scanning the crowd. She's dressed in tactical gear, her bow slung across her back. She's been a fierce ally since we met, and I k

Elias blocked two strikes at once, sparks flying. Alexander fought like a wildfire — fast, brutal, unstable. Every punch left streaks of gold on the Helion armor. Rhea shot precisely, taking out joints and sensors. The prototype tore into one, ripping off its arm. The room became a storm of metal and fury. Lena — Unmoving in the Chaos Lena stood perfectly still. Perfectly calm. Watching. Not frozen with fear — but emotionally blank. She observed each Helion with the detached curiosity of someone watching a documentary.

Elaina didn't know if she should laugh or not at the fact she was actually annoying an omnipotent being. "I joined the brethren at the age of twenty one and swore my loyalty and life to them and that girl. It was from then on that I began training to be a prime warrior worthy of calling myself a hero. I became good friends with that girl, getting to know her day by day. Since everyone else was afraid of her due to the fact she had the blood of the dark no one else wanted to be around her." Ezra stopped long enough to give a sad smile. "It was when she turned twenty one that the first attacks from the sky began to take place. Before then it was nothing more than little skirmishes here a

Elena simply looked down at Hera’s body whom they still haven’t noticed, thinking hard how she could prove her identity without her suffering the same fate the other warriors had been subjected to. However, her thought had been interrupted when a cold whip coiled around her waist. Confused, she looked up and found herself facing an angry Yara. Her well-tied hair was ruffled and burnt. There were reddish blotches all over her skin, but aside from her swollen lips and bleeding elbow, she appeared to be pretty well-kept.

In the center, suspended in a massive, upright cylinder of pulsing serum, was the woman Maya had only seen in grainy photos and holograms. Elena Vance looked like she was sleeping. Her hair floated around her in the liquid like a halo of dark silk. Tubes and wires were connected to her spine, her arms, and her throat. She wasn't a person; she was a biological engine, her heartbeat a rhythmic thud that vibrated through the floor. "Mother..." Maya whispered, walking toward the tank. "Maya, stay back!" Lucian warned, his eyes darting toward the armed guards who were frantically trying to secure the chamber.

The wind howled like a beast over the Baltic rooftops. Elena—no, ’Revenant’ - moved like a shadow through it, cloaked in a stealth suit that warped with the light. Her breath ghosted in the sub-zero air as she crouched on the lip of a shattered window, eyes locked on the bunker beneath the frozen concrete courtyard below. Inside, one of Luca Moretti’s inner circles – Commander Rhys Vale – was holding a black-site briefing on the Eidolon system’s next activation phase. Rhys was brutal, brilliant, and paranoid. He’d killed his brother for whispering the wrong name in his sleep.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******