El Teca Señora Acero Novels & Stories

The Lost City stood silent. Not a single sound echoed through the ancient streets. Not the whisper of wind. Not the hum of machinery. Nothing. Because every person present was staring at the luminous woman standing before them. The woman made entirely of silver light. The woman who looked exactly like Elyra. The woman who had just spoken three impossible words. "I am Astera." The silence stretched. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Unbelievable. Victor blinked once. Then twice.

Even Director Reyes’s stern expression softened briefly, while Celeste closed the containment box with professional care. Dr. Mira stepped closer. “Althea, may I?” Althea sighed, but nodded. “Fine. Check me before everyone decides I’m made of glass.” “You are not made of glass,” Dr. Mira said gently as she took Althea’s wrist to check her pulse. “But even steel bends under enough pressure.” Althea looked at me. “Did you hear that? I’m steel.” Adamson muttered, “Expensive steel.” Shaun added, “Difficult steel.”

’ Then the mind-link was gone and Runa sat back and more comfortably in her seat. Ace looked at her. “Who was that?” “Just Erica. She said she’ll teach more of my Luna power.” Runa shrugged as she felt her hand being held. “I rather teach you,” Ace says, placing their conjoined hands between her thighs. “I’m your mate.” Blushing she nodded as he focused on the road. “You’re right.” Ace chuckled as he squeezed her thigh and just focused on the road. - When they got home Runa relaxed on the chair as she felt exhausted from the drive. Hearing little footsteps her eyes look up and see Ryan smiling at her before hugging her. “Can I call you mommy now?” He says with a bouncy step.

Alecia closed the sketchpad and wiped her hands on her jeans, still sitting at the edge of her small balcony that overlooked the dusky city skyline. The air was slightly cool—far from the suffocating hush of the DeLuca mansion. She cradled a ceramic mug filled with tea in her hands, the warmth radiating through the thin ceramic into her fingers.

She tried approaching a few Ecanus she met along the way. "Uhm, hi. Excuse me," Tessa smiled at a lady Ecanus who was walking, carrying a parasol with an intricate letter E carved as the handle, in her hand. It was a good thing she was panting because if not, she would have lost it at the sight of the umbrella. "I'm looking for someone." "Do I look like a directory to you?" The woman said sharply. Tessa was taken aback. "Whoa, calm down, cupcake. I'm just asking if you'd seen a silver-haired prince heading this way."

It was silently glowing! The man took it and dashed out the door. Ellaine quickly chased him and jumped on his back. She won’t let him get away with her box. “Give that back! That’s mine!” She said. He swayed and yanked her but she held on tightly. In the process, her necklace flew out of the box without the monster noticing. “In the name of Queen Aera, release the human!” The bigheaded, arrogant man was back in that stiff clothing. Beside him, Margarette wave at her. “Hi Ellaine! It’s nice to see you again!”

Bianca spun around. A woman sat in a high-backed chair made of glowing blue code. She looked exactly like the photos in the Vane archives. Elara Vane. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, her suit sharp enough to cut. She was holding a digital tablet, her eyes—the same amber as Leo’s—scanning lines of scrolling light. "Mom?" Bianca’s voice sounded small. Tinny. Like a recording of a recording. "A sentimental label," Elara said. She didn't look up. Her fingers swiped across the light. "I prefer 'Architect.' It’s more accurate."

Damian nodded sharply, indicating for Aiden to allow her in. Moments later, a tall, striking woman with sharp eyes and an air of authority strode into the room. “Elara,” Tessa greeted warmly, rushing to her side. “I came as soon as I heard.” She knelt down beside Elara, her voice full of concern. “Are you alright?” Elara nodded weakly. “I’ve been better.” Tessa turned to Damian, her eyes narrowing as she took in his towering frame. “You must be Damian Blackwood. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Mercedes didn't know how to react, but when Aracely's fragile arms opened with the woman immediately rushed to her and pulled her close ”I thought I was saving them, I thought I was saving us, all I did gat day was ruin so many lives...” Aracely cried as she soaked into Mercedes's warmth, it had been a while since she got a hug like this. “Tania was the woman” Aracely spat causing Mercedes to freeze.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.