Novelas y relatos de Elena Gilbert From Vampire Diaries

Infact the whole helicopter was silent. "How do you know about that?" Carlos remove his hands from the door, and ask her in a cold tone. "Oh please! You really think i am that dumb?" Elena said, and lean forward on her sit. "After the agreement with the werewolves and the Vampires, you remove to consume human blood because you are sure a good vampire." Elena said, and brought out the syringe.

As night settled over the pack lands, Mrs. Lauren paced her chambers, unable to shake the dread settling deep in her bones. The letter from the seers lay on her desk, its words haunting her. Elena was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. This alone was enough to cause an uproar if anyone found out. And her son Damien was already battling his vampire nature, his blood lust awakened by the very presence of his mate. But it wasn’t just them anymore.

“Scarlett... she’s mated to Alpha Damon of the Crescent Pack, and he might be the one who killed him.” The color drained from Elena’s face. She staggered backward, gripping the edge of a table for support. “What? That’s... that’s impossible. The Crescent Pack? Damon?” Her voice cracked with hysteria. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Go back. You have to go back and make her come!” I shook my head wearily. “You don’t understand. She’s his mate, Elena. Her second chance mate. Even if I wanted to force her, which I don’t, I couldn’t. The Crescent Pack would declare war.”

"I just… I was on stage, and then—boom!—I woke up here. It doesn't make any sense." Kiara's breath hitched as recognition dawned. This woman wasn't just anyone. She was Elena Gilbert, a world-famous rock star. "You're Elena Gilbert!" Kiara exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. Elena's eyes widened. "You… you know me?" Kiara nodded quickly, her excitement momentarily eclipsing the surreal situation. "Yes! I've listened to all your songs! But…" She glanced around, the weight of their surroundings pressing in on her. "This is insane. What are the odds of us both ending up here?"

I froze, placing my fork on the table and my chest went tight. I could see Elena’s face drained of color, her eyes wide and her lips trembling. I could see her panic before she spoke, I could also feel her heart racing without even touching her. "Gilan." The name itself was a blade against my ribs. The ghost I could never fully banish, no matter how much she told me she was mine now. The man she had once loved so fiercely that losing him nearly broke her. The man who still haunted the shadows of our love. I wanted to switch off the television, to erase the words from her ears. But it was too late. Her world had already shifted.

Vixen's POV: "Man, Elena really misses him." I say, after watching an episode of the vampire diaries. "She's basically loaning magic related schizophrenia from Luke. Even dead Damon feels some type of way about it. I think." Kyla says, eating her ball shaped watermelon and whipped cream. "She's going insane though. She's changed. A lot." I say, shaking my head. "You're right about that. So, Lyilah asked to come over today. I told her she could."

Darius touched my shoulder, gently, like he was trying not to startle me. “Elena,” he said, low and firm, “You are in a full heat.”

‎ ‎Her spine stretched out, her bones broke and then put back together in a flash, and she fell on four silvery legs that seemed to glow in the bright lab lights. ‎ Dante, in the form of a wolf, smashed through the door as it blew open, and the pack followed him. Everything in the lab was thrown into chaos. Elena's new instincts told her where to bite, and they meant Viktor. But as she grabbed him, she heard screams coming from deeper in the building. ‎ ‎ Ellena learned that Viktor didn't want to trade with anyone. From th e start, this trap had them in it, and they fell into it. ‎

He hung up. Elena and I sat in silence staring at each other. "Your mother's sister," Elena said finally. "Running a genetic research organization for thirty years." "And funding experiments involving my family." I looked at Rose and Violet. "But why? What does she want?" "I don't know but I'm scared." Elena's voice broke. "What if she wants our daughters?" "She's not getting them." I gripped the wheelchair arms. "Whatever Vanessa is planning, we're going to stop her."

I asked. Vincent did not hesitate. “Lilith is a princess from a powerful European vampire clan,” he said evenly. “Her position is vital to my clan. Of course I love her.” He released me and picked up a platinum cufflink from the nightstand — a gift I bought him years ago with my first independent earnings. “Get dressed, Elena,” he said without turning, his tone holding a post-coital laziness that was utterly devoid of warmth. “Or did my earlier… attentions leave you unable to stand? You must learn to adapt to more efficient service.”