Elena Gilbert Death Novels & Stories

Someone was targeted and killed for this; he bet she didn’t know and then he told her. “Elara’s father has been wrongfully accused, and today, he was killed by an unknown person. I will not let this happen to anyone else.” The expression on Caitlin’s face dropped dead. Gerald’s death came as a great shock. Her hands slowly slipped from his, and she watched him leave, her hands trembling. As soon as the door closed behind him, she collapsed into the nearest chair, her breathing uneven.

Ellaine pulled at his sleeves, successfully getting his attention and unintentionally helping Margarette win the mental brawl. “Yes!” Margarette gasped. She read a very important secret from Finrod’s mind. “Margarette, I’ll kill you for this!” But Ellaine was unmindful about the other two. She was too busy being stiff. The ghost was just in front of her. His cold hand held her face, going down her chin. His other hand reached for hers. “Fin..rod..” She said, breathless. “What is it?” Irritatingly, Finrod turned around and saw Ellaine being embraced by an old ghost man.

He flipped the phone around for her to view. A photo. Blurry but clear enough. A man. Dark-haired. Wide shoulders. Dante Romano. Elena's heart lurched. "No," she gasped. "It can't be…" Her knees gave way. Killian caught her arms, but she shoved him away, stumbling backward. "I read the reports," she breathed. "He died in that explosion. There was an autopsy." "It was staged," Killian told her, his voice cold. "He staged his own death."