Elena From Ben 10 Novels & Stories

“Right now, I’m only doing my job, Madam. Nothing more.” Elena straightened up, folding her arms across her chest with an arrogant expression. “Good, if that’s true. Because I don’t like anyone crossing the line. Remember, I am Elena—for outsiders, I’m Queen Elisabeth, a business queen and legendary designer. And for Nathan, I’m his wife. His only one.” Thalia tried to smile politely though the tension in her eyes was clear. “I understand, Madam.” “Good, if you understand,” Elena replied coldly. “I don’t want to have to repeat this warning.”

A crimson glow bathed the corridor walls, pulsing like the heartbeat of something ancient and alive. The air inside the Icelandic base had shifted, heavier now, almost sentient. Julian raised his weapon, and Selene flicked her flashlight off, switching to thermal vision. But Alma couldn’t move. Her breath hitched as she stared at the girl standing just meters away. Elara. She looked exactly like Evelyn in her youth, but colder. Her features too symmetrical, her expression too calm.

Badges gleaming. Elena's face went white. "Who are you?" "Special Agent Sarah Chen. And I've been waiting for you for a very long time." ---

They simply opened fire with their plasma-rifles. ​"COVER!" Kael roared, his obsidian-gauntlets expanding to form a biological shield. ​Elena didn't hide. she was a silver-and-black blur, her blades carving through the air as she deflected the plasma rounds. She moved with a speed that the Liquidators couldn't track, the "Ash-Born" grace that Leo had gifted them. ​"HARLAN! THE BEACON!" Elena screamed.

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—"

"She's here? In the pack mansion?" "Yes. I thought you—" "I didn't." His voice was cold now. "I gave orders. She's not permitted on pack lands." He turned, ready to storm off, to find her, to— "Killian Roosevelt, you will do no such thing." Elena's voice cut through the tension like a blade. She walked toward us, and behind her, head held high, a serene smile playing on her lips, was Benita. Killian's jaw tightened. "Benita. You were banished. You have no right to be here."

Faye and Tennebris looked at each other, but Vraxlon took the lead, knowing that it was his cue to enchant a human with hormones on her skin. Realizing that he didn't even need powers to seduce, I didn't know if it irritated or comforted me. "We are from the north," he replied, and the woman nodded, seeming to melt when she received a smile from him. "Elena's long-distance friends, on the part of the paternal family.”

Lucas froze, and so did Caleb and I. "Dad..." Her voice quivered, sending a pang straight to my heart. "Elena, calm down," Jake's voice reverberated, stirring within me a primal urge to tear him away from her for a moment. "They were just in my old room," she blurted out, her words rushed and frantic, "They must be in my old room. I-I have to...I have to get to them." I clenched my fists tightly to my sides, restraining myself from rushing into the room. I knew exactly who she meant, and so did Lucas and Caleb. She was referring to—Mom, Dad, and Oliver.

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

Beneath her palms, her belly glowed faintly — two lights pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. The twins. “Where… am I?” she whispered. Her voice echoed, soft yet powerful, as though the entire realm was listening. A voice answered, deep and melodic. “Between worlds, Luna of the Rejected.” Elena spun around. A woman stood behind her — tall, ageless, her hair silver as moonlight, her eyes glowing like twin orbs of the full moon. She wore flowing robes that shimmered like mist, and around her neck hung a pendant shaped like intertwined wolves.