Ela From R6 Novels & Stories

After all, the one who is protecting half of this army with her hair and her blood is a girl; my girl. "They are approaching us!" Leaders shout as we receive signals that the rival army is in sight. We have observers that are hiding on the top of the trees to keep us up to date as we cannot see everything when we are on the ground level. I can see Eleanor in the front lines, the smirk on her face screams evil; she is the daughter of Lucifer. Even Lucifer himself does not have this amount of evilness and hatred within him. She exceeds all limits.

My eyes turned into a deep shade of golden, I could see their glow in Killian’s pupils. “Is that so?” He asked, tightening his grip around my wrist, threatening to break it, making me fight back a laugh. The man didn’t know what I would do to protect what my parents entrusted me with, and him breaking my wrist would be the last thing I could worry about right now. I caught sight of Ezra who was watching me with eyes, processing what he was seeing. His parents didn't know who I really was. I had used my pack’s last name as my own, Elica, to hide myself from the Lycan, and though I was curious about the fact of how he found out who I was, I didn’t have time for that right now, watching me with

His heart was broken once and it would never be able to repair, ever. "Pair up!" He roared as all the trainees busied looking for the partners and within a few minutes, they were sparring. His eyes met Luca who stalked towards him. "You defense," Rasmus grumbled as Luca slightly crouched in a defensive position and Rasmus charged at him, attacking. They both were panting after ten minutes of intense sparring. Luca had a serious road rash on his left arm and shoulder. Blood oozing out of the slit on his eyebrow. His flesh slowly knit together.

Hopefully he didn't. But before I could even let that relief settle, he tilted his head at me, eyes narrowing just enough to send a jolt through my spine. I turned to my mop, knowing that it was going to be the distraction that I was going to need, but of course he would not let the subject go. He would not drop us at all. “What trick did you play to become Omega?” he asked softly. “How did you manage that, Selene? Because, as you say, I know for a fact that Elaria does not want you here. What game did you play on Liam?”

RAFE "Alpha Rafe," she said, her voice soft but confident. "I'm Elara, daughter of Alpha George of the Dark Moon Pack." She introduced herself, offering me a handshake. I stood, taking her handshake, and offered a polite nod. "Elara, welcome. Please, have a seat." She took the chair opposite me, her eyes never leaving mine. There was a moment of silence, each of us assessing the other. I had met her father once or twice at some meetings in the past. The man wasn't one to talk.

he whispered, his crimson eyes locking hers, grounding her. Elara appeared at the gym’s edge, her dark hair loose, green eyes shadowed, silver pendant glinting. Her presence sparked something in Alice, despite the sting of her betrayal. She moved closer, ignoring Rhea’s smirk, her hand brushing Alice’s shoulder, light but electric. “It’s happening now,” Elara said, voice breaking. “Samuel’s ritual, under these lights. He’ll make you destroy everything.” Her eyes glistened, guilt raw. “I helped them shape you, Alice. I didn’t know you’d… feel like this.”

Today, I was a spectacle. “Eyes forward.” The command cracked like a whip. My gaze snapped up to the female instructor striding across the ring—a tall, sinewy wolf with scars etched into her bronze skin like battle maps. Liora. Kael’s third-in-command, and apparently the one tasked with hammering me into something resembling a Luna. “If you think rank excuses weakness, you’re wrong,” she said, her voice smooth as broken glass. “Strength is survival, no matter what bed you share.”

"I command you. Don't you dare drop it." Tiny's grip tightened. "Shut up." "I am Elara Stark," she said. "President of the Vipers. Sister of Rylan, daughter of Tiger. And I do not kneel for traitors." She moved, grabbing something from her lap. It was the knife I carved specially for her/ She swung it. The blade caught Tiny across the face. He howled, the gun jerking away from her temple. The shot went wild. It hit her shoulder. Elara screamed. She dropped the blade , clutching her arm, blood spreading fast through her black shirt.

Lilian remarked, taking a swig of her drink. "Haha! Elara, innocent? You have no idea how crafty she can be. She's got plenty of wicked schemes up her sleeve for revenge," Damian countered, also gulping his drink without taking his eyes off Elara. "We will fight! We won't be oppressed!" Elara shouted, causing Lilian to just laugh and shake her head in disbelief, amazed that the Luna of Nightraven was a feisty, wolfless omega. TO BE CONTINUED

They simply opened fire with their plasma-rifles. ​"COVER!" Kael roared, his obsidian-gauntlets expanding to form a biological shield. ​Elena didn't hide. she was a silver-and-black blur, her blades carving through the air as she deflected the plasma rounds. She moved with a speed that the Liquidators couldn't track, the "Ash-Born" grace that Leo had gifted them. ​"HARLAN! THE BEACON!" Elena screamed.