Novel & Cerita Elena Gilbert From Vampire Diaries

Gusto's words cut her deep, and I felt a pang of satisfaction. "When I found out Gabe had a team that took trips to the pack," Gusto continued, "I made sure I was selected. Being on the team helped me get closer to the werewolves, and I knew I'd find someone to use." His gaze locked onto Elena, his eyes cold. "See... My first catch was Dahlia. Not you. It had been Dahlia first." He shook his head sadly. "Poor girl had a crush on me, but when you started to feel the same, Elena, I knew you were the better choice." Elena's face crumpled, her body shaking with sobs. She had been blinded by love, and now she was paying the price.

Even the werewolf Queen, Abbie, who just so happened to be the former Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, where Anthony is alpha now, came to our ceremony. And it's no surprise that Alpha Hunter, her mate is here too. They are good friends with our Alpha Alarick and Luna. "Eli... Eli! Congratulations." Lorie pulls me, hugging me, making me cringe inwardly. Her high-pitched voice resonates in my ear, making me clench my jaw. I pulled her hands off my neck, making her face red in embarrassment. "Eli... why would you do that? Isn't Lorie your mate?" a friend of hers says, making me shoot daggers her way.

I was ready to fight for my love. The door to my room creaked open and I saw Viola standing by the post. Her eye widened with a smile with a smile which never got to her eyes. “Elena, sister,” she called with surprise and excitement. “We’ve all been searching for you. Are you alrifh?” She asked as she walked into my room. Her purple eyes flicked from me to the doctor, then back to me. I gave doctor Tancredi a sign to leave, then forced a smile, just like Viola did. “I am fine, Viola. Why’s everyone worried? Aren’t you the Luna now?” I responded, instinctively taking my hands off my stomach.

Gideon was sliding away, Lucas was hardly standing, and now Valeria—the most powerful vampire living—was volunteering to help? "What are your preferred tastes?" I enquired attentively. Valeria spoke gently, slow and deliberate. Sure, Elara. You knew beforehand. My chest got constricted. She asked for me. Lucas moved in front of me instinctively to cover me. Not occurring locally. Valeria raised his brow in wrinkles. You ought then to begin bidding farewell. She nodded at Gideon, whose second-hour breaths were getting less regular. I halted. I loved her. I did not believe her. Gideon, though, was close to death. Lucas grabbed my wrist more firmly. Elara stands for not numbers.

She leaned closer to Caspian, drawing strength from his presence as she faced the challenges that lay ahead. Elena's eyes flashed with fury, her composure slipping as she turned to Caspian. The dim lights of the bar cast shadows across her face, accentuating the sharp angles of her features. She leaned forward, her voice a low, venomous hiss that sent a chill down Lily's spine. "Do you have any idea what you're getting into, vampire?" Elena spat, her words dripping with contempt. "You're shacking up with one of the most powerful beings in existence."

Chapter Seven The file didn't say much. Maria Gilbert. Thirty-two years old. Newly married. Wife of Daniel Gilbert. No photograph. No detailed history. Nothing that explained what she had done or why she was a target. But there was only one instruction. Eliminate on sight. So when Elena slipped into the apartment Mr and Mrs.Gilbert owned, she knew not to waste time. The place was quiet. She moved through the living room without making a sound, her gaze sweeping over every corner as she went. Then, she heard it.

"And I know you can feel it too." It's not a question. It's a statement. Because of course they both feel it. The shift in the mate bond. The way Elena's presence feels different now. Stronger. More substantial. More other. Dante nods slowly. "What happened to her, Seraphina?" Seraphina sets down her glass. Takes a deep breath. When she speaks, her voice is careful. Measured. "Elena is a vampire." "What?" Dante stares at her. "That's impossible. She's been tested. She has a wolf. An omega wolf that I can smell on her. She can't be..."

“This isn’t gossip during high tea, this is my life we’re talking about. I have the right to know. In fact, one can say my life depends on knowing.” “We don’t know,” Gabriela answers calmly. “Selena’s sixteen. We have two years to figure it out. You, however, are out of time.” A look of fear washes over Mother’s face, and an uncomfortable heat begins to creep up my neck. “How many people know about this, Elara?” Mother asks. “Kane, Axel, Braden and I,” Gabriela jumps in before I can respond. “Braden?” Mother looks confused. “You mean the vampire from …?”

“He really covered all his tracks, didn’t he?” “Georgia.” Elena’s voice dropped even lower, her grip on my hands tightening. “There’s something else. Something I haven’t told you.” Her eyes darted to the door again, her body tensing as if preparing to leap away at the slightest sound. “I don’t help you because you were kind to me, though you were. I help you because...” She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I knew Carlisle before. Before you. Before all this. I knew his father.” I went still, barely breathing. In all our months together, Elena had never spoken of her life before this house. I knew only the barest details—that she was from Oaxaca, that she had a son in community college,

They spoke softly together, and Adrian occasionally glanced down at her with a patience he rarely showed anyone. Anyone could see they looked like the real couple. But I was supposed to be the real couple. I was Adrian's betrothed, the girl whose engagement had been arranged since childhood. Our first meeting had been when we were both very young, before my mother died. As a child born of vampire and human blood, I was powerful, yet could never fully control that power. My mother never once called me a monster. She would hold me and say gently, "Elena, you just haven't learned to master your gift yet."