Elena Gilbert Death Novels & Stories

"Because I need to know Elena wasn't crazy. That her truth was real. That she died for something real, not for a delusion." Elara is quiet for a long moment. Then she speaks. "My name was Rachel Hart. I was married to Lucas Hart. He poisoned me when I was eight weeks postpartum. I died in a hospital bed praying for a second chance. Praying to come back. To protect my baby." Natasha's breath catches.

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Elena stepped forward before anyone stopped her. She pulled the card free. Three words: Die beautifully again. Silence swallowed the room. The stylist backed away slowly. Darius took the card from her and handed it to security. “Fingerprint. Fiber trace. Surveillance review within two kilometers.” “Yes, sir.” The door closed. Elena felt something cold creep along her spine, not fear exactly, but confirmation. “This isn’t just intimidation,” she said quietly. “No.” “They know how I died.” “Yes.” She met his eyes. “It wasn’t an accident.”

He agreed to poison Sophie that evening so we would no longer have to worry about her. “You know, I underestimated your abilities,” Elena said, sounding impressed. “Too bad Sophie has to lose her life, she was a good asset” She added. “She was becoming a threat. And no one dared to threaten Rickard Gilbert” “Haha, Gilbert” I heard Elena chuckle. Her actions enraged me but I decided to let it slide. Arguing with her right would be pointless. “The Uber is here, shall we?” Without saying a word to me, Elena worked passed me and got into the Uber.

Kyla's mother was there again for a few years, and then Cecilia and Gilbert met again. “Cecilia?” Cecilia turned and saw Gilbert smiling as she called out. That approached her. “Oh! Gilbert! How are you?” “It’s okay, we haven’t seen each other in a long time!” “Yeah! It is good that you are with your wife and child now.” “Ah! Yes, the one sitting in the black dress is my wife Neva and the one next to her is my son.” Gilbert replied. “Ah! It’s good Kyla is my eldest. I have three children. Unfortunately, my youngest is in an accident. She died.” Cecilia said sadly.

Calvin wrapped his hands around her waist and smirked, recalling what he exactly did to Elena but didn't tell about it to Ethlyn. * When Calvin and the rest of them started leaving the Alpha Anthony West's Pack, they found Elena again. "I won't leave anyone of you. Especially that bitch Ethlyn. You all ruined my life because of her, didn't you? I swear that I will kill her along with her pups who..." Elena didn't even get a chance to continue because Calvin broke her neck, killing her then and there. "Aaahhhhh!!! Aaaaaahhh!!" Abigail Gilbert cried in horror when she saw her daughter dead. She quickly went to check on Elena, but she was already dead.

“It wasn’t your fault you fell in love with that girl.” The room stilled, not painfully, but with a quiet anticipation. Killian swallowed as his father exchanged a look with June. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Killy’s jaw clenched. “Elena is dead.” June gasped. “Oh my God, she’s dead? Oh my God. Jesus, Killian… I’m so sorry.” She glanced at Killian. “How are you all holding up?” Mark nodded slowly. “I saw it on TV too.” June pressed a hand to her chest. “That is… very sad. She was such a pretty lady. That smile...breathtaking.”

And then I came to the section on her mother. "Elena Marchetti. Born 1968. Died 2000." I read the entry twice. Her mother had died when Elara was just a child. That wasn't unusual—loss was common in our world. But the circumstances caught my attention. "Disappeared from the family estate. Reported missing by her husband, Lord Vale. Extensive search parties were organized. No sign of her for weeks." I flipped the page, my eyes scanning the text. " The case was reopened when her body was recovered from the river bank. Extensive mutilation made identification difficult. Ultimately identified by a family heirloom—an anklet given to her by her own mother."

“Then what do you want?” The first one pointed at her. “We want her to remember.” Elena's stomach tightened. “Remember what?” “Her first death.” The room went silent. Elias's face became pale. “No.” The first one smiled. “Yes.” Elena looked at Elias. “What aren't you telling me?” He didn't answer. “Dad.” Nothing. “Tell me!” Elias finally whispered: “Your first death wasn't an accident.” Elena froze. “What?” “You were killed.”

Financial transactions. Medical records. Corporate transfers. Birth certificates. Death certificates. Elena stared at the information. Her journalist instincts immediately took over. “These aren't genetic records.” Adrian looked at her. “What?” “These are identities.” She moved closer to the screen. “Look.” A name appeared. MARCUS VALE — DECEASED. Then another. JONATHAN REED — DECEASED. Another. THOMAS CROSS — DECEASED. Elena stopped.