Elara Quinn Novels & Stories

ELARA _*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> By the time I'm dressed, I look different from how I feel. Professional and put together. Elara Blake, Senior Marketing Manager, and not Elara Blake, the woman who spent the weekend being thoroughly debauched.

"I will see that you are not regretful of this sacrifice. You shall be my Queen. With or without a mark." I shut my eyes and heard his regular beating. I had been an omega that was forgotten, a dead girl. But as I was drifting down to a light sleep, I knew one thing, and that was that I was not afraid of the cost. I was Elara, the Luna of Shadowood, and I could burn my light to ashes were it by any possibility the man I loved might live to see the sunrise. ---

But the silence of her phone weighed heavier with every minute that passed. She couldn’t keep stalling, Leonard’s people were expecting an answer. With a muted sigh, she began typing. It will be myself, my assistant Ava, my daughter Mira, and her nanny, Teresa. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment. Part of her wanted to delete Mira’s name. To protect her from anything that even vaguely smelled of Leonard. But Elara’s heart softened at the thought of her little girl’s excitement whenever she heard “airplane.” Mira deserved to see more of the world, to laugh in skies and walk through new cities.

he whispered, his crimson eyes locking hers, anchoring her. Elara emerged from the courtyard’s edge, her dark hair loose, green eyes shadowed under the streetlamp. Her silver pendant glinted, and her presence sparked something in Alice, despite her betrayal. She stepped closer, ignoring Rhea’s glare, her hand grazing Alice’s arm, light but electric. “The ritual’s spreading,” Elara said, voice breaking. “Samuel’s symbols are everywhere, Alice. He’ll use you tonight.” Her eyes glistened, guilt raw. “I shaped their lies for you. I didn’t know you’d… mean this much.”

LYRA The knock echoes through the too-perfect house, and my stomach sinks. I raise a brow at Talia. “If that’s Zane, you better pretend I'm not here and release a rogue mouse in his kitchen.” But it’s not. It’s a beautiful woman with huge dimples, a riot of short, shiny black curls, and more sunshine energy than any werewolf has a right to possess. “Hi!!” she beams. “You must be Lyra! I’m Elara. Zane’s sister.”

Her voice was like gravel shifting in a tide. "Who are you?" Lydia asked. She stepped down from the porch, keeping her hands visible. "My name is Elara," the woman replied. "I was a head nurse at the Lake Lab before you were born. I was the one who pulled the first failed strain out of Julian’s wife." Adrian stood in the doorway, clutching the frame for support. "Elara? You were supposed to be dead. My father said the purge took everyone." "Julian was a man of many lies, Adrian," Elara said. She looked at him with a flicker of pity. "I went into the Deep. I’ve been living in the caves beneath the Northern Shelf for twenty years. I’ve been watching the signals."

It paced and snapped with unease. “You must be the new Luna everyone is talking about,” the woman said. Her voice was smooth but I sensed a little hostility beneath the words. It felt like a hidden edge. I decided to ignore the feeling for now. “Yes, I am Selina. Who are you?” She smiled. The smile came almost too excitedly. It did not reach her eyes fully. “I am Elara. Daughter of an old friend of Julian’s father and Julian’s childhood friend. I have been away for some time. Traveling and handling family matters far from the pack. I returned as soon as I was done with everything. Unfortunately I missed the ceremony.”

Cinthye whispered the name. "Elara." Elena stepped forward. "Elara?" Cinthye nodded. "The missing branch." Alex stared at the family tree. The erased branch. The one he had been unable to identify. Now the name appeared. ELARA. A descendant of the First Queen. A forgotten member of their bloodline. And the leader of the Ember Circle. Damien looked toward Cinthye. "Where is she?" Cinthye's eyes hardened. "She's been hiding in plain sight."

Elara Quinn agreed, and they drove there in silence, the tension between them insane. When they arrived, Selene Quinn booked a table and ordered a shot of tequila for each of them. Elara who had been holding her pee since the event ended excused herself to go to the restroom, and as she was gone, Selene quickly pulled out a small vial from her purse. She poured a clear liquid into Elara's shot, her eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was watching. She capped the vial and slipped it back into her purse, just as Elara Quinn returned.

to prove her training methods were sound. She lifted her chin, her eyes fixed on the Enforcer with a crazed certainty. "Watch closely." "I am Elara. I am Selena's Alpha mother." It was a fact. The absolute truth. And yet...