Ela From Rainbow Six Siege Novels & Stories

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

These must be her brothers. Leah confirmed Ray’s thoughts. “Everyone, these are my brothers.” She pointed to the three blonds, pointing them out one by one. “This is Max. Then there’s Tristan, and Axel.” Last she pointed to the red haired man. “And last but not least, there’s Gabriel.” While Leah was introducing her brothers, Ray, Jagger, and Dallas had shifted back to human and put on a pair of shorts Francesca brought to them.

"Look at this." On the screen was a social media post from Elara Rivers. The image showed Lucian Thorne from behind, wearing only a sleeping robe, with the caption: "Mine! No snatching!" "Who exactly are you warning?" Selena muttered, then typed a response. To her surprise, Elara replied immediately: "Madeline Bell!" This sparked something fierce in Selena. She typed back rapidly, her claws tapping against the device. The conversation quickly escalated. Elara proudly declared she would challenge Madeline Bell to a dominance display if she tried to steal Lucian, even boasting about having already attacked her.

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. She smiled, a sad, fleeting thing. “Better than you think. I’m Elena, his partner—his real partner, not the Syndicate’s puppet. And I’m here to help you unlock what he left you.” Before I could process her words, a gunshot rang out from the roof, followed by a shout—Liam’s voice, raw with pain. My heart stopped, my eyes snapping upward, but the rain and darkness hid him from view. Was he hit? Was he alive?

Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it. Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.

"She'll kill you—" "She'll try. Now run!" Sera ran. She could hear fighting behind her—Rowan and Elara were fighting with deadly skill. Both were trained fighters, both were desperate, and both were ready to kill. She ran through the gate to the garden and almost ran into Lucien. He caught her, bonding with relief. "You're alive," he breathed. "We lost comms, I thought—" "Elara's the mole. She's trying to kill us all. Rowan's fighting her—we need to help him!"

Kael, Dax, and Elara would scout the woods. Liora would stay with Ethan and Grace—house locked, guns ready. Elara hesitated at the door. “I’ve never fought. Only dreams.” Kael touched her shoulder gently. “You have the blood. It’ll come. I’ll protect you.” She nodded, brave—but tears filled her eyes. “Don’t leave me alone again.” His chest tightened. “Never.” They slipped out the back—three shadows melting into the trees. Morning fog clung thick. Pine and wet dirt filled the air.

Kael’s soldiers formed a line, but even they faltered against the organized assault. Elara’s heart tightened. She could see Liora among them, guiding the rebels, shouting orders. The sight ripped through her. The friend she had trusted, the ally she had relied on, was now leading the enemy. Kael noticed her stare. “You know her,” he said quietly. Elara’s jaw tightened. “Yes… and she’s not my enemy—not really.” “You will not let her distract you,” Kael warned. His hand brushed against hers—a fleeting touch, unintended but electric. “If she threatens you, I will act. Do you understand?”

“You want her. You want someone who doesn’t own you like I do. Someone softer. Someone who doesn’t make you kill.” Alex sobbed, begging, the child kicking in response to the intensity. When Damian finally let him come, it was shattering—body convulsing, hole clenching, seed spilling as he screamed Damian’s name. Afterward, Damian held him, apologizing, kissing every tear. But the damage was done. Elara was a spy. She had been planted by a remnant faction survivors of the Matriarch’s network who wanted the child as a weapon. She had been feeding them information the entire time.

"Anything electronic." The door burst open as Elias entered with two other security personnel. They were carrying heavy black cases that looked like they belonged to a bomb squad. They began unpacking wands and frequency scanners that hummed with a low-level static, moving through the luxury suite like locusts to dismantle our remaining illusion of safety. I watched Elena standing by the window. She was tapping furiously on her own screen, her expression tight and frayed. She had been Gabriel’s General Counsel for eight years; she knew where the bodies were buried because she had helped dig the graves.