Elana Gilbert Novels & Stories

Gilbert let out a nervous laugh which confused Alana and Julius. “I don't get it,” Alana asked with narrowed eyes. Mr. Gilbert glanced at his wristwatch and then around. “I gotta tell you…sooner or later, I was bound to get caught.” “Can you explain…we don't understand,” Julius chimed in and asked suspiciously? Mr. Gilbert laughed even more. “Well, I'm not the main sponsor…he's supposed to be here… I wonder why he's taking so long to come,” Mr. Gilbert said, muttering to himself. Alana panicked, not sure if she heard wrong.

She smiled at him, "I'm Pryla, her BFFAE a.k.a Best Friend Forever and Ever. And you are?" His eyes widened before breaking into his gentleman smile, "Gilbert. Hey." Gil offered her a hand, but in my shock, she only stared at it. Gil eventually lowered his hand and rubbed it awkwardly beside his pants. "Well, I got to go. Dad's waiting for me." "Yeah, of course." I chuckled before sitting down and wave at him. "Bye." "I'll see you around, Riles." He winked at me before facing Pryla and smile at her, "Nice meeting."

I told him. He picked up his scotch, drank from it and set it back down. "And if Atlas delivers within sixty days?" "He won't," I said, "he's managing too many things at once. A man with that many fires doesn't put any of them out." "The woman," Gerald said, "Elena Carlson. She's the variable." I lifted my glass. "She was my wife." He absorbed this without reaction, which told me he had already known. "Is she relevant?"

Just a symbol. A half-moon over a mirrored flame. “What is it?” Alex inquired. “The last contingency,” Bellion replied. “Elara’s.” “Another lab?” Bellion shook his head. “A name.” He opened the envelope and slid the photo across the table. A girl. Not Harrow. Not me. Younger. Darker. Eyes like fire reflected in water. A serial code was inscribed beneath her image: E-0.0. “Who is she?” I whispered.

Chapter Seven The file didn't say much. Maria Gilbert. Thirty-two years old. Newly married. Wife of Daniel Gilbert. No photograph. No detailed history. Nothing that explained what she had done or why she was a target. But there was only one instruction. Eliminate on sight. So when Elena slipped into the apartment Mr and Mrs.Gilbert owned, she knew not to waste time. The place was quiet. She moved through the living room without making a sound, her gaze sweeping over every corner as she went. Then, she heard it.

Eventually, he stepped closer and confessed. "My Luna is the daughter of the Alphas from the Lesser Arcana pack, which was destroyed by the Nanutet pack—the same ones offering me a Luna." Enril's eyes widened in genuine surprise, and he now regarded Gil differently, under Aren's protective gaze, which instinctively positioned him between Enril and his Luna. Noticing this, Enril turned his back on the bed and walked away, followed by Alpha Aren. Once they were far enough away for Gil not to overhear them, Enril turned and said,

They nibbled on the snacks Lita had prepared, talking and teasing as if the world outside didn’t exist. But the easy atmosphere shifted the moment Lita mentioned a name that made Raellyn’s brows furrow. “Who?” Raellyn asked, her tone cautious. “Gilbert,” Lita repeated casually. “You know him, don’t you?” Of course, she knew him. The name alone carried a weight of old memories Raellyn rarely allowed herself to revisit. Gilbert was the man she had rejected long ago, before Arnav, before the whirlwind that had carried her to this life. And because Lita had spoken his name so freely, those memories came rushing back: their first and last meeting, a brief encounter heavy with unspoken tension.

"The vessel you've all been hunting? Her name is Annie Morales, and she's my woman. The child she's carrying is mine. Dante leaned back, chuckling dark and low. "Oh, this is gonna be fun. Popcorn, anyone? Extra salty." Lady Eliana's face was filled with fury. She almost twisted her wrist in a bid to choke Alpha Killian to death, but she held herself. This is not the place. He has alliances—his mother's pack and other pack Alpha’s - who would not let her be if she attacks him openly. She restrained herself, eyes tight with pain. "That baby—your child will end all of us."

He wedged his hands into the gap, his powerful shoulders bunching as he physically forced the heavy titanium plates apart. Elara retrieved Chloe’s discarded submachine gun from a puddle of rainwater, checking the magazine before slinging it over her shoulder. She stepped out of the ruins of her sanctuary and into the dark, silent corridor of Genesis Island alongside Dante. The hunt for Julian Sterling had begun, and this time, Elara swore there would be no contingencies, no biological weapons, and absolutely no mercy.

"Furthermore, you know what sort of place the Middle Provine Alchemist Alliance is. Even if you have a bit of talent, your character isn't up to par. If you go, you'll probably embarrass Heavenly Pills!" Those words effectively triggered Gilbert. Earlier, Gilbert had just been a rooster baring its claws, but at those words, he had turned into a tiger, about to strike. He reached out and wanted to grab the other person's neck, but the other students quickly sprung into action, rushing forward to pull the two of them apart.