Novelas y relatos de Elena Gilbert From Vampire Diaries

Killian said as he ushered her out of his office. “Till we meet again,” Killian said as he raised Elena’s hands to his lips placing a quick kiss on her hand, “Goodbye Killian '' Elena said before she got into her carriage. Was Veratora real, did her mother lie to her about her existence, she had never come across any books saying the demon was real so how does Killian a wolf know about her, these thoughts ran through Elena’s head as she headed for her region.

"You told me my Grandma Elizabeth was just a half vampire. If Elena and Lucius were already vampires when they got married, then does that suppose to make their daughter a pure blooded vampire?" "Elizabeth's father is not Lucius, it was a human. Elena wanted a child but she wanted it to live a human life, so she let the human took care of their daughter and had her drank something that would suppress the vampire blood in her. Same as to what Elizabeth did to her child, to your father, and then to you. The medicine was passed generation to generation without the descendants knowing what is the real purpose of it. It was only said as a tradition in your family."

“You are just as despicable, Helena. The true definition of it!” I still couldn't wrap my mind around this betrayal, everyone else could have but not Helena, but it was right, no one was meant to be trusted. It was obvious now that I and Damon only had each other and seeing as my mom was yet to come to visit, I was guessing she had come to terms that her dear daughter ‘Alena’ wasn't me and so, I was not important to her. I didn't know why it hurt so much. “It’s our known trait, Eliana, sorcerers have never been known to be likable.”

William says, and I grin. Alpha Dan takes us to the clinic. It is one of the few buildings that are still intact. "We used one of the rooms to put the bodies in until we can burn them," Alpha Dan says. Before I can say anything, a female child approaches me, "You are her, aren't you?" I narrow my eyes, "Her who?" "Elena," the female says, "the best vampire huntress in Romania." "Actually," Mark says, "she is the best in the whole Europe."

Elena explained. "So it'll take two days to be ready?" Garrett summarized. "Yes," Elena confirmed. Garrett didn't say anything but walked away from her. Elena returned to her room, relieved that they had enough assistance to aid them in their task. Emily had lost track of the number of days she had spent alone in the room. Sapphire would occasionally visit, but their conversations were sparse. On one occasion, she even brought along a friend named Gabriel, whom Emily later discovered was a vampire. It had been Sapphire all along, orchestrating the attacks. But she couldn't have acted alone. Emily's thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, revealing an unexpected visitor. Weak and conf

It was the same color as Elinor’s. “Then that means… Glinda was not her real mother. Does Elinor know?” Colin inquired, his heart feeling bad for Elinor. “No, nobody knows aside from your father and me, and now, you.” was his mother’s quick reply. “And it should stay that way,” she added in a serious tone. “She’s a Were-witch, Colin. Gregor’s wife is a witch.” Colin didn’t know what to say. His mind stopped working for a minute. When the realization finally dawned on him, he couldn’t make much sense of it.

The lycans do not have females and he always thought that it was some dream. But know everything became clear. The girl was standing next to them. She was his little sister. Gilbert moved forward in a trance and stopped near them. He put his hand over her shoulder who was still in the embrace of her parents. Alpha Elijah did not know what Gilbert wanted. Will he accept her or...? Gilbert made her face him and scanned her face. Indeed she was his little sister. The next second, he pulled her in a hug. "I... a l w a y s... k n e w... y o u ... w e r e... r e a l.

It turned out, the handsome stranger's name was Carlisle Gilbert and he was bonded to her by Şekileus, The God of shape-shifters, for an eternity to be each other's everything and provide unconditional love, support, and protection. But Carlisle was more than a couple of centuries-old vampire. He had already found love and a home with another woman. She was now his wife of a century. Her name was Miranda and she was the sweetest wife one could ask for. As much as Carlisle wanted Iris to be in his life, he couldn't be unjust to Miranda.

Elena's voice was sharp, her eyes blazing with intensity. "It's none of your concern," Damon replied dismissively, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "Answer me, Damon! What's her fucking name?" "Lya." "Lya... and you called her Elena!" Elena's accusation hung heavy in the air, her voice trembling with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. "You thought she was me?" With each word, her anger intensified, until she could no longer contain it. In a sudden burst of rage, Elena lunged forward, her hand connecting with Damon's glass and sending it crashing to the ground. The amber liquid splattered across the floor, shards of glass scattering in all directions as Elena recoiled in disgus

Lucas froze, and so did Caleb and I. "Dad..." Her voice quivered, sending a pang straight to my heart. "Elena, calm down," Jake's voice reverberated, stirring within me a primal urge to tear him away from her for a moment. "They were just in my old room," she blurted out, her words rushed and frantic, "They must be in my old room. I-I have to...I have to get to them." I clenched my fists tightly to my sides, restraining myself from rushing into the room. I knew exactly who she meant, and so did Lucas and Caleb. She was referring to—Mom, Dad, and Oliver.