Elena Gilbert Death Novels & Stories

"And I need a favor." "I don't do favors anymore," Elias said, his eyes darting to the window nervously. "I fix clocks. I live a quiet life. Go away, Julian. You bring storms with you." "They have my mother," Julian said. The words hung in the dusty air. Elias blinked. "Elena? Elena is dead. I filed the death certificate myself. 1996. The Alps." "You filed a lie," Julian said, pulling the tablet from his coat. He showed Elias the file we had stolen. "She's in Facility 4. Being 'reconditioned'."

I didn't feel any of those things. What I felt was hollow. Empty in a way that didn't match the magnitude of what Rylan was telling me. Elena was dead. The woman who destroyed my marriage‚ who manipulated me for years‚ who helped her mother construct an elaborate web of lies that nearly cost Celeste her life. She was gone and all I felt was the absence of something rather than the presence of anything. "Who else knows?" I asked. "The two guards on duty. The medic. Me. That's it."

"That's impossible. She's here. She's walking around. She's breathing and talking and..." "I know how it sounds." Jace slid another document across the table toward me. "According to official records, Elena died eight years ago. Fell from a cliff on the outskirts of town. Her body was recovered and buried with full honors." "Full honors?" Giselle leaned forward, her voice somber and careful. "Elena wasn't just any ordinary girl in that town. She was considered something of a goddess among them. The strongest, most beautiful, most gifted among their people. They believed she brought good fortune and blessings to the entire community. Losing her was devastating for everyone."

"Since then, she’s been trying to solve the murder case that happened in school." "Wait," my husband cut in. "The same one that was ruled a suicide?" "Yes, sir," Zane replied. Then, a breaking news flash came through the flat TV screen on the wall, showing Elena Scarlet’s picture. "Oh, please don’t tell me this made it to the news," I muttered angrily. "Elena Scarlet has solved the death case previously ruled a suicide," the reporter stated. "She has finally exposed the real killer—Rosa, a close friend of the late Gloria. Elena is currently unconscious but stable at the hospital," the reporter added.

He was murdered on December 1st, 2013. All this time, starting one year ago, Elena had been dreaming of a dead man. Her shoulders sunk, as did her spirit, she was devastated and a certain aura of emptiness immediately enveloped her heart. Her soulmate was dead, he had died the same day she had mysteriously gotten healed and realized her abilities. With her head deeply buried in her pillow, Elena cried the tears of death.

The headline blared across the screen screaming. BREAKING: DR. ELARA JENSEN CONFIRMED DEAD IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT June 24. Upstate New York. A single-car crash. No survivors found. The sting that rose inside his heart was sharp and fast. Lucian froze for a moment. Elara Jensen , the witness, the doctor, the keeper of secrets buried five years ago, the woman who was the only way for him to know what happened five years ago is gone. He refused to believe, he refused to move. He refused to accept that the one link, one fragile witness, had been silenced forever into thin air.

Seems she had been crying lately. A flicker of tears dropped from Elena's eyes when she saw her mom but she wiped it off before anyone could notice. "Ruth Gilbert... You have. You have been charged for serial murder and your punishment under the criminal code law of Mystic Hollow is Life imprisonment" she stated curtly. "I deserve to die. Under the laws of Mystic Hollow, anyone that takes a life is supposed to die by the gas chambers or electrocuted" she said. "So you knew but you too those innocent lives?"

There is no way that Xyla was going to lose all her family members at the same day. “Bring the team down there now.” I instructed him while standing up. Nolan coughed a few more times and then he fainted. I took a deep breath and looked inside the cell. Elena’s body was now lying there in the pool of her own blood. I stared at her until her heart stopped beating completely. I had already crushed it, but I didn’t want to take any chances. With Valerie in the picture, I couldn’t be reckless. I felt nothing about Elara’s death.

Elena exhaled. Theo looked at her. “He’s dead,” he said. Nia checked her phone. “Obituary filed yesterday. Lagos. Cause: liver failure.” Amara crossed her arms. “He waited until the end to confess.” Kai strummed a chord. “He knew we’d find it.” Elena looked at the drive. Then at her children. “It’s over,” she said. They nodded. They hugged her. They cried. They laughed. They lived. Elena sat on the veranda that night.

He was Director Oliver Wilson of the Preston Hospital — her grandfather's first disciple, who was still working at the hospital. Gilbert held his hand tightly. "You are Director Oliver Wilson, right?" The man nodded. "Yes, I am. How did Dorothy die?" Gilbert looked sorrowful. "I don't know how she died, but over the years, my father and my sister died because of Sophia. My mother took care of her during this time. I suspect Sophia killed my mother somehow!" Sophia knelt on the ground, staring at him with a cold and solemn face, "I'm not going to argue with you now because I don't want you to disrupt grandmother's funeral. Gilbert, your reckoning will come after the funeral."