Ela From R6 Novels & Stories

The Lycan King sat across the hall, his silver eyes rarely leaving her, a constant promise of more primal pleasure to come. Lila, seated demurely beside Kael, shot poisonous glances whenever she thought no one was looking. The omega’s subtle sabotage continued , a “helpful” suggestion during talks that undermined Elara’s proposals, a whispered rumor to a visiting alpha about Elara’s “failing health.” But Elara countered every move with sharp intelligence and quiet alliances. During the midday break, she slipped away to meet Harlan again in the hidden storage halls. The Ironfang beta had more news.

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

Catherine has already put Adriel to sleep as it was late. Angela placed the bottle in the middle as she spiraled it. They all stared at it and it came to a stop at Luca who grunted in response. Hunter was already smirking and Rasmus looked as excited as Hunter. It was obvious if he chose dare, he was done for.

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.”

“Then we make it their trap. They think they’ve set the stage, but we’ll rewrite the script.” By the time the sun dipped behind the Garden Metro skyline, preparations were underway. Lena mapped Pier 14’s layout, marking potential sniper positions and blind spots. Damien hacked into the dock’s security grid to loop footage and set up motion sensors. Elara geared up — not with guns or knives, but with small, hidden advantages: a ceramic blade taped to her thigh, thin enough to pass unnoticed; a comms earpiece tucked into her hair; a tiny GPS tracker slipped into the lining of her coat.

"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.