Elena Ben 10 Novels & Stories

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

“My dad died while saving Alpha’s family that night. Obviously, Zuriel will choose me as his Luna.” As soon as they left, I sat on the floor and sighed in relief. “Another Carla spotted!” The list of Zuriel’s admirers was never-ending, but it was a relief to that this bullying would stop tonight. At lunch break, Ivy came to clean the scratches on my arms and a three-inch cut on my face. “Elena is the niece of the ex-head warrior Benjamin Franklin, his brother was the first one to die in the Hunter’s attack. She is very close to Madam Stella, that’s why she is showing off her control on the Pack.”

This night, she looks so over-happy and less bothered about the people whom she will meet "Thank you, Jolly" She looks at her "Let's go, we don't have time" I hurry to the door "Make sure e everything is in good shape" I say to the bodyguards and maidservants standing in front of the door, We emerge inside the Benz car waiting for us in front of the building off to the street Elena looks so calm and quite a bit unhappy inside the car, I try to bring up some conversations between us yet she removes her face not to have a word with me

“I want to understand why you’re entertaining Kael when you already have a connection with Luca.” A sharp pain shot through my chest. “I don’t have a connection with Luca.” Her gaze softened, but only slightly. “You do, Elara. You’ve just spent so long denying it that you don’t even recognize it anymore.” I crossed my arms. “Luca is my Beta. My friend.” She sighed, shaking her head. “And Kael? What is he?” I hesitated. She tilted her head. “He wants you, Elara.” “I know,” I admitted.

“Bigger than we thought.” Elena turned to Damien. “We can’t just hide. We have to fight him. But this time, not just with bullets or hackers. With something stronger.” “What?” he asked. “Elena Constantine,” she said, steel entering her voice. “The daughter of a fallen empire and the woman who’s going to rebuild it.” They flew out that night. Destination: Tokyo. Elena’s name had once opened doors in every financial capital in the world. But now, it was different. Now she was walking through those doors not as her father’s shadow, but as a woman claiming her own power.

I hadn’t experienced anything even resembling peace in days. “You need to move back from the window. The voice belonged to Elena. She said it the way she said everything, without warmth, without apology, as if words were nothing more than tools she wielded to achieve an end. She was in her mid-forties, lean-jawed, with silver running through her dark hair and eyes that never stopped for long upon anything. She had been identified by Victoria as ex-Mossad. And it seemed entirely right to me when I looked at her now.

Reality stabilized beyond my ability to manipulate. "Elena was test," Marcus continued. "Experiment to see if human could be enhanced to serve multi-century agenda. She thinks she's architect. Thinks she designed Generation One. Thinks she's been manipulating humanity's evolution toward beneficial outcome. She's wrong. She's puppet. Like David Chen was puppet. Like X-One, X-Two, and X-Three were puppets. Like everyone has been puppet except you." "I'm not—"

Elena who sat next to her spoke up after Mona ended the video-call, “We have a lot of catch up to do. And also shopping. Oh, I’ve missed you so much.” “Me too.” Mona smiled as Elena hugged her. Elena was someone Mona knew through Benita and they became close and turned into bestfriends eventually.

“Actually, I’m planning to create a foundation to help the poor.” Bella’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s beautiful, El,” she said with a beam. “Do you need my help?” I nodded, and she sat closer, peeking at my tab. “I’m planning customized shirts and caps…” I began, when Emris walked in. “Hey, Emris,” Bella called beaming. “Elena is starting a foundation!” “That’s great news, El. Congratulations,” he said warmly. “Thank you, Emris,” I smiled back.

TARGET CONFIRMED. THE GIRL KNOWS NOTHING YET. The man typed a reply. Continue monitoring. Do not engage. We need her alive. Elena felt the prickle on her neck— the instinctive warning of someone being watched. She turned. But the figure had already vanished. As Elena opened the car door, her phone buzzed again. Another message. Unknown number. She frowned and opened it. One sentence. You are not Elena Xia. Your real name is Elara. Her breath stopped.