Elena Gilbert Death Novels & Stories

The search for the truth about Helena’s death continued, and I wouldn't rest until justice was served. "Maybe Eleanor used some poison or something undetectable to kill my daughter. I’m sure she's trying to cover up her tracks," I murmured anxiously, pacing back and forth in the room. "That's impossible!" Gaby grumbled irritably. For the first time in a long while, I saw her eyes change color and her wolf emerge. "You just want to find a way to incriminate Eleanor and blame her for Helena’s death, just to avoid admitting your own share of the blame in all this!" Gaby growled angrily, and I took a few steps back, surprised. "Stop creating excuses or baseless stories. Look at the autopsy resul

He received my order and . "There's another problem." I turned , staring at him."What is the problem?" "Everest had spoken about her half sister, Elena." At the mention of the name, I flashback to what my aunt had said. She also made mention of the name to me. I stayed quiet. Caleb shook his head."You knew..?you knew right?" I sighed."Aunty had told me about it." "I ran an investigation on Elena. And I got to figure out that she had actually died in a car accident at a young age

She's trying to ruin me! "Even now, you still want to frame Elisa?" Gianna's voice suddenly broke. "She's already dead!" Silence fell over the hall. Ten seconds of deathly silence ensued. Ausilia jumped to her feet. "W-What did you say?" "I said, your daughter Elisa Neri is dead. She died in your living room a month ago with no one by her side."

That only happened when something was very wrong. Elena glanced at the monitor one last time and saw the flatline she had expected from the start. She called the time of death at 11:47 PM. Then she pulled off her gloves and took out her phone. Fifteen missed calls from her father’s lawyer. Richard Castellano never called her while she was at work, and he had never called her fifteen times in a row in his life. Something catastrophic had happened.

Her mother wouldn't want that. "You know there is a way to make deals with almost anyone. Find what they want or what they fear and you will have their allegiance and commitment and...." Gilbert mjst have realized he had gotten to her deeply. He wanted her broken. "Shut up" Grace banged the table hard to interrupt him. "You have just written your death sentence" she groaned angrily with heavy breaths. Gilbert fell to the ground immediately. His head was hit and pierced by a bullet. Grace looked at him, she was stunned and frozen. She realized he must have been shot by a sniper when she looked around and saw a hole on the widow glass.

But when I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking. I went upstairs, shut the door behind me, and sat with my laptop. I typed in Elena’s name, followed by Sylvester’s. The search brought up a few old news articles, some social posts, and forums. Elena’s death was reported as a tragic accident but as I scrolled further, I found headlines that said different things that my head couldn't just take in and I had to log off. I sat there staring at the screen, unable to look away. The room felt colder.

Elena Gilbert, perfect fiancée of Martin Diaz, didn’t. As of two days ago, I was not her. I was Elena Gildert, not a victim, and not afraid. I fear nothing. If I kept telling myself that, maybe I wouldn’t be so shocked the next time Aiden decides to annoy the living crap out of me and I bit back.

Gilbert blinked as he spoke, "I… I only did it to get back at Damien. I told Alondra about him and Lyriel secretly kissing and she… she suggested the plan." The chairman glared at him with disgust. "Leave my sight." Gilbert lowered his head and bowed slightly before retreating. …… After helping the chairman to his room, Eleanor later went to Gilbert’s quarters. She pushed the door open and found him smoking heavily, the room filled with the choking smell of cigarettes smoke. His eyes were bloodshot, and the ashtray was overflowed. "Explain yourself," Eleanor hissed. “What nonsense did you drag me into this time?"

Calla The fifth death happened while I was standing right there. Elena. Twenty-three. Bright-eyed. Eager. She'd just told me about her upcoming mating ceremony, three weeks away, she'd said, her face glowing with happiness. Then the black veins spread across her skin and she was screaming, convulsing, dying in my arms while I could do nothing but watch. Thirty-seven minutes after Adrian. The acceleration was killing us. I held Elena's body as the light left her eyes, feeling her final breath against my neck. When it was over, when the healers came to take her away, I stood there with her blood on my hands.

"So I hadn't misheard her. That day, when she came to request the severance, she was already arranging her own funeral." Caleb's voice was so choked it was barely a sentence. "She mentioned a resting place right in front of me, and I accused her of cursing herself." John and Sarah held onto each other just to stay upright. They finally realized that Elena had never been lying. She was truly walking toward her death. And they had rejected her final cries for help, time and time again. Sarah, holding back a sob, snatched the phone and said to the customer service representative: