Novelas y relatos de Elena Gilbert From Vampire Diaries

The mask clattered to the floor, ringing against the tiles. I stood before him, my platinum hair wild, my silver eyes burning with a fury that could level cities. I didn't look like the broken girl from the woods. I looked like a Goddess of War. Killian fell off the table, dropping to his actual knees this time. Not because I demanded it, but because his legs wouldn't hold him. He stared at me, his lips trembling, his entire body shaking with the force of a thousand regrets. "Elena?" he whispered, the word a prayer. "You’re... you're alive? But your hair... your eyes... the White Lycan..."

"My name is Charlie Vane. And yes, Elena... I can help you. I want to help you take back what is rightfully yours. Tell me everything." "Tyler... he was mine," Elena sobbed, her voice cracking with calculated dramatic perfection. "We were supposed to be together. But that b*tch Elara... she ruined everything. She didn't just steal him, Mr. Vane. She did something terrible. She... she took my baby." Charlie’s breath hitched. He sat forward, his eyes wide in absolute shock. "What did you say? What baby?"

"I have the physical copies! They won't kill me—I’m a Vanderwall! They want you, Killian! They want the legacy ended!" "Mother, get in!" "Go!" she screamed again, as a third group of attackers emerged from the loch side. "Fix the crime, Killian! Save the Vance girl!" With a roar of agony, Killian pulled himself into the cabin and hauled Elena in after him. The helicopter lifted off, banking sharply over the cliffside. As they climbed into the dark sky, Elena looked down. The floodlights of Glenvair were flickering out, and in the final glow, she saw Evelyn standing tall on the steps, clutched by the shadows of the attackers.

Ryan I’m sitting on the couch with my guys when I see Elena barging into the living room with a lady in her right hand. Her legs and hands are tied like some animal. I’m wondering what the heck is going on. When I see the lady in her hands has jet black hair, and when her eyes shut and open I see her eyes are amber..then a smile curls on my lips after the confirmation. I raise my cup to take a drink just as she throws Riley in her hand..to the floor roughly.

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

“What are you looking for?” “I thought…I thought I saw someone…” she glanced back at me sharply. “Was there someone else down here?” “Uh, no. Just me.” I answered lightly, nudging her closer to the stairs. “Are you sure?” she asked, as we started back up. “You weren’t…you weren’t talking to anyone?” Yes. Yes I was, actually. I was talking to a vampire; a really hot vampire. I shook my head, as I followed her up the last few steps, avoiding her nervous glances at me, and plastering a smile on my face. “Nope.”

3 months later --- Xavier'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." Dionne 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, Charlotte asked to come over today. I told her she could."

Because sometimes you meet the dream you never even dreamed of, and it was more important than the one you’ve wished for. Elena Gilbert came at me with the force of a tsunami. She didn’t ease up for a second. She battered me, hour after hour. Elena Gilbert barreled into me and fucked me six ways ’til Sunday, and, shit, probably several ways we ain’t even learned of yet. Elena Gilbert smacked into me and contorted and twisted and morphed my perception of life in the most petrifying way. Elena Gilbert slipped her way into my world and slowly became the thing I didn’t know I needed.

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.

What exactly did he mean? Soon, Gilbert left the room. However, he didn't return to his room to rest. Instead, he went to the study. The concern on his face immediately disappeared. He became incomparably indifferent. He took out his phone and saw the message Jenny had just sent to him. She was very efficient and had found out who was behind the group of killers. It was Eli. Gilbert knew Eli was his younger brother by blood, but for some reason, he had no impression of him at all. However, Gilbert didn't care about that. He only knew that Eli had poked the bear.