Elara Quinn Novels & Stories

“I thought I got assigned a ghost as a roommate.” She grinned like this was some sort of reunion instead of our actual first meeting, before I could decide if it was safe to say something to her she smiled again. “Hi…I’m Lila,” she spoke, as she grabbed my arm like we had been friends forever, like I’d known her my whole life. “Lila Hart…Human, theater geek, future scandal queen. And you’re Elara Quinn.” “Uh. Yeah. That’s me.” She squinted at me, still beaming. “Don't be scared or puzzled… I stalked the roommate list and I like your vibe. It’s giving.. Haunted librarian meets undercover witch.”

But gods, he was close to breaking. Elara entered the banquet hall later that week with her chin high and her wolf humming under her skin. She had decided: she would not bend, not for Kieran, not for her parents, not for anyone. The court could gossip. Her father could rage. She would not be sold. From across the hall, she felt him—Darius. His gaze burned against her skin, as if he, too, was fighting a war within himself. And somewhere beyond the glittering chandeliers and velvet curtains, Serenya watched them both. Her lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Because soon, very soon, she would play her part.

Marcus stood nearby, silent support. Elara stared at the lens for a long moment. Then she spoke. “My name is Elara Quinn. And if you’re watching this, you’ve probably already seen a video painting me as a liar, a manipulator, or worse. So let me tell you who I really am…” She spoke slowly, clearly—about the pain. The nights she cried herself to sleep. The teachers who ignored her. The classmates who weaponized her silence. She didn’t name Cassidy. Didn’t need to.

"No... no, that's impossible. It can't be." But the horrifying logic stayed with me, locking into place like a puzzle piece. How had Elara made all her findings so quickly? How had she traced Apex, the server logs, and Miranda's private MAC address within hours? Adding to the undeniable fact that she was universally recognized as the Queen of Tech, was it any surprise at all that she was actually Nuxia—the most lethal, untouchable hacker in the world? My hands trembled so violently I almost dropped the phone. Because her primary number had blocked me, I quickly opened my socials, and searched for Elara’s handle. I was immensely relieved when I saw we were still following each other. Immedia

Instead, she found herself seated among the council members, eating simple but delicious food and listening to them debate everything from trade agreements to magical regulation. It was chaotic. It was messy. It was wonderful. "Miss Quinn." An older woman with silver-streaked hair and sharp eyes sat down beside her. "I've heard about you. The girl who faced the darkness and won." Clara flushed. "I didn't exactly win on my own." "Modest. That's refreshing." The woman smiled. "I'm Elara Vance, the Queen's former handmaiden. Now I'm a council member, representing the common people."

Her pencil moved rapidly across paper between runway looks, sketching details with quick confident strokes. She looked passionate. Untouched. Pure in a way I had almost forgotten people could be. For the first time in years, something inside me went completely still. I couldn’t look away. “Who is she?” I asked quietly. Marco glanced toward her immediately. “Elara Vance,” he answered after checking his phone. “Twenty-one. Fashion design student and freelance illustrator.” I kept watching her. “She’s struggling financially,” Marco continued. “Lives alone. No criminal connections. Clean record.”

~ELARA~ "AND NOW TO announce the best student with the highest grade and best graduating medical science researcher..." The announcer paused for dramatic effect. "Elara Grogel." The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as I stood up. My classmates reached out to hug and give me small pats.

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

It was pristine, and it was something they all made sure of. Elara Castelli was the queen. A ruler who wore her heart on her sleeve- a sleeve that contained a dagger. With a strong mind and loving heart, Elara had a perfect balance between kindness and cruelty. She was an angel whose wings were made of hellfire. They sparked, and she would watch as they fall, turning those around into ash. And if you were lucky, if you were kind, she would do you the honors of helping you rise from the ashes and become better. She was gracious, understanding, caring, and a killer. And as much respect as she was given, she would show you just as much. She was the queen, and they were her court.