Elektra Pose Novels & Stories

It will mask your scent, making you impossible to track. I furiously shook my head. Alexus: I can't do that. Elektra: Yes, you can. No one will know about it. Take a few vials and you'll be set. If things get too tough out there, then you can always surrender. Alexus: I know I have no problem with surrendering, but the question is...will you surrender? Elektra: You have my word. You can trust me. When have I ever let you down before?

It got caught in his throat. "There was nothing to be gained with the death of the child," Pylaieus walked past the group's stunned faces to read the inscription properly. "Elektra is aware of the repercussions of the unholy act of murder, much more of that of a child. The resultant revival of the death would be a mutation, a cross between the living and the dead. It would not be of any use to anyone." "Then why did she do that?" "To demonstrate her powers. But we are running out of time, and we should try and solve this quickly and leave, or else Elektra..."

Elektra spoke with pride in her voice. “I wish to be like you too, be strong like you and affluent in many things. This way I will be of help to my fiancé,” Encha lamented as she thought of how lacking she was. Elektra was interested in this issue so Encha told her everything about Keaton and Elekta was happy for the kid. “I will help you with that problem since I like you,” Elektra promised Encha which made her beam up. After sharing stories with each other time passed by quickly and soon it was already late.

Kael felt her before he saw her, the steady alignment of something vast and grounded. They stood facing one another without words for a long moment. “The council is finished,” Kael said finally. “Not destroyed. Finished.” Her gaze was steady, searching. “And what will you build in its place?” “A system that cannot erase truth,” he replied. “That cannot hide behind balance to excuse cruelty. I want your voice in that.” She shook her head. “No,” Ariana said softly. The word struck harder than any refusal Kael had anticipated. “You’ve already become a symbol,” he said. “Whether you want it or not.”

Levi pulled out a bottle of still water from the fridge and sat down beside his friend. He took one look at Elektra, his new girlfriend, and shook his head with distaste. On a scale of one to gorgeous, she was definitely gorgeous. She had rich dark skin to match her brown, slightly slanted eyes, thick, full lips and a perfectly crafted nose. Her surgeon had done a very good job. It looked almost natural. With an athletic physique to boot, her measurements were just right, too. She was gorgeous. But— "I don't like her."

Elektra looked at herself and twirled like a Queen. Her large doe eye glinted mischievously. All of a sudden, Lala swept them off their feet and out the room from their large window. The tree arranged herself like a chair giving them space to sit and arranged themselves. Alcinder and Rafael waited with their Black tinted limousine. They looked like they would kill each other. It had been Elektra's idea that they would go together in the same car.

“I’m dying to know.” “Your actions put me here,” Elektra revealed, standing to face me fully. “You. Directly. Personally.” I frowned, searching my memory. I’d made countless decisions over the years, affected countless lives. “You’ll have to be more specific.” “How typical,” she sneered, and the bitterness in her voice was palpable. “You don’t even remember. Of course you don’t. It was just another Tuesday for you, wasn’t it?”

-"What do you mean by that?" -"Elektra doesn't belong to the Black Shadow Pack. She is a member of the Silver Moon pack as you and I are. She is the legitimate daughter of Gamma Andrew and his wife Skylar" she said in a serious tone. -"What are you talking about?" I asked her doubtfully. I knew that there was no chance Bartholomew to accept another man's child. -"I know what you are thinking but I doubt that Bartholomew knows about it." -"How is this even possible?"

Hermes slightly raised his voice, “you slaughtered everyone!” “Not quite everyone,” Elektris’s voice was fluid and eerily calm, “as you can see, those who refused to join me had to. . .well. . .” — she gestured to the hordes of creatures that were still standing motionless around them — “And others were actually good and saw that there was no point in trying to argue with me. Vulkan in particular came in extra handy in helping me fine-tune both the Darkforce and the Okulus. “So,” Elektris’s calm voice then suddenly morphed into a vividly darker tone, “I am only going to ask this once,” she paused then, “Where is Reign?”