Did Damon Actually Burn Elena Novels & Stories

Waiting. “Elena,” Jace’s voice was urgent. “What happened?” I exhaled sharply. “She’s trying to break me.” Damon gritted his teeth. “Then we don’t give her the chance.” I nodded, my pulse racing. “We fight.” The revenants lunged. Damon fired the first shot, the bullet cutting through the mist like a streak of silver light. The closest revenant shrieked as it dissolved, its form unraveling into darkness.

Damonq remembered that particular day of course. He had taken her on a surprise mini trip. They had been floating on the clouds, confessing their love for each other when Elina had suddenly slumped into his arms after calling the name, Storm. Damonq quelled the need to take out the picture of the Storm, and fly around the world if necessary to find the girl so that they could be done with this once and for all. “You have a clear picture of her now?” Tensel inquired, unfolding his arms across his chest, and then clasping his two hands as a combined fist, his entire attention on Elina.

Not only was I buying us time, but I was also hoping on a miracle. By holding out, a part of me was counting on Damon to do the right thing and call off the intended war, no matter how ridiculous that sounded. After the very deadly letter he had written to me in his own handwriting, about how he was going to make sure my people were completely purged from the earth, I had to accept that no miracle was forthcoming. “How’s my mom doing?” I asked the sorceress who checked on my mother from time to time when I entered the house.

I dropped the water in my hand and picked the thin stick in front of me, unconsciously twiddling it between my fingers. Luca’s sudden appearance wafted me away from my thoughts. “Good morning, Alpha,” he greeted hypertensively. “Is everything alright? Why are you breathing in a frazzled manner?” I asked, once again positioning myself on the chair with a scowl on my face. “There is a problem, Damon,” he vented, calling me by my name, which is something he does when there’s a serious situation. “What is it?” I questioned. “It’s the Luna. She has left the tower,” he announced.

he said a bit guarded. “Calvin, I’ll just be frank with you, the Oracles have already denied her killing as unjustified to all the Councils,” I said. “What gave you the idea that I would want her dead?” he asked me. “She writes about wolf packs, there have already been two attempts at contact that has been dealt with,” I said. “Damon, let me be frank with you now, I don’t want her dead, I intend to take her as my bonded half,” he said.

~ELENA’S POV~ Did he just say mate? The shock of his touch sent a jolt down my spine. I wanted to push him away, yell at him and remind him of how he killed me in the woods, leaving me to rot in cold blood. But the confusion whirling in my head wasn’t settled yet. He pulled away, cleaning his tears immediately. It was almost as if he’d forgotten that we weren’t alone and that awareness just returned to him. “ I…I didn’t want to believe it when I was informed of your…” his sheds hung in the air.

Luca lunged forward. But Elena was already moving. She kicked open the balcony door and disappeared into the rain. By the time Luca reached the edge She was gone. Only darkness and storm clouds stretched across the skyline. Damon exhaled slowly. “Well,” he said. “That was exciting.” Luca ran a hand through his wet hair. “You could have been killed.” “Technically I almost was.” “You should have stayed back.” “You should have caught her.” Luca gave him a look. “Very helpful.”

Damon grabbed the bathing sponge and glided it over the slashes in my back which were incredibly tight and itchy. “I sent her away Elena. I can’t lie and say I didn’t care for her once, but the moment the goddess fated us to one another it was over. She just didn’t know it yet. I didn’t touch her. She grabbed me when I told her to leave, thinking it would convince me not to dismiss her, but I did. In fact it only made me want to send her away more. When she tried to kiss me I threw up in her hair. I don’t want her, I want you. It doesn’t matter anyway, she’ll be dead in a few days.” “What why? You can’t just go around murdering people!” I exclaimed.

"For a moment, it felt like I was killing Elena all over again." My chest ached with a pain that had nothing to do with my injuries. "How do you feel about that?" I asked carefully. "About Elena. About what Lyra told us." Damon was silent for a long moment. "Elena died protecting me," he finally said. "She jumped off that cliff because her sister tried to control her mind and make her push me. She chose to die rather than hurt me." His voice broke. "And I forgot her.” I didn't know what to say. What could anyone say to that?

“As they needed to be. Sit down, Damien. All of you. There is not much time and there is a great deal to say and I have been waiting thirty years to say it.” Nobody sat. “The archive documents,” Damien said again. “Are gone and are not coming back and arguing about that now is a waste of the time we do not have.” She looked at me. Not with guilt. Not with apology. With something that looked almost like relief. “Elena. You came back.” “You burned the proof of what my children are,” I said.