Elena Gilbert From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

I guess we had gotten to Gilbert's part, the hard part. "There were two ferals found in the forest of Riverbend three nights ago. The hunters were able to capture them. One of them was a werewolf named Carlton. His mate said she hadn't seen him in three weeks. He had killed three humans in the forest by the time the Hunters found him. Abel is pinning this on the Riverbend pack. He is pinning this on you. He is inviting you for questioning," he said, and I was in shock at what I had just heard Gilbert say. We were so occupied with the break-in and Isabella that it flew over our heads.

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.

Even though, he wouldn't dare let a girlfriend into his private life, he hardly brought any girl home, but the only girl who kept visiting was Janet who his mom connected him to, but he never stopped treating her as trash each day. Janet never slept over, not to talk of wearing his shirt. The other said in deep thoughts, and suddenly they were confused as hell. Elena was completely unaware that she was being watched from every angle of the mansion, but somehow the whole mansion seemed completely deserted. She followed her legs and came to a strange looking staircase, and she meant to go through it but suddenly she heard a voice behind her. Miss Gilberto? The person said right behind her, and

Neither ended well for Elara. Miguel nodded. "I'll be careful." Lucian leaned back. "Good." "And Elara?" Miguel asked, a faint smirk creeping in. "You planning on telling her?" "No." "Because?" "Because we don't know anything yet." That was true. But it wasn't the whole truth. The whole truth was that Lucian wasn't ready to tell her that something about her had caught the attention of two werewolves, not until he understood it himself. Miguel studied him for a second, then let it go. "Fine."

Character Profile: Elena 1. Basic Information Full Vampire Name: Elena Vance (originally born Elena Vance in 1956) Apparent Age: 20 years old True Age: 70 years old (turned in 1976 at age 20) Current Role: Sophomore Art History & Literature student at St. Jude University Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (highly fluid, drawn to the soul and beauty of a person, though Maya is her first "love at first sight" obsession)

They were of Senator Sterling, younger, standing in front of the village clinic, his arm around a woman who looked hauntedly like Elena. ​"The 'first experiment' wasn't just a Vance secret, Lucas," Mrs. Gable whispered. "It was a collaboration. Sterling didn't just fund the research. He provided the DNA. He wanted a legacy of his own a child with the Vance power and the Sterling intellect." ​Elena felt the world tilt. She looked at the photo of the woman the mother she had never known, the woman she had been told died in a car accident in a different city, in a different life.

“You do not touch him. Not until I know who you are and who authorized you.” Halden’s expression didn’t change. “Doctor, I’m offering you a chance to be cooperative. Your name is on Genesis Island’s personnel index. Your clearance level is high enough that it suggests intent, not accident.” Elara went very still. Dante watched her face harden, watched the old guilt flicker—and behind it, something colder. Not ashamed anymore. Resolve. “You don’t get to rewrite that story,” she said. “I was used. And I nearly died fixing what you allowed to exist.”

That electric awareness that prickles along his spine and makes his wolf lift its head. She's here. Gabriel's eyes sweep the cemetery entrance before he can stop himself. And there she is. Elena Sterling stands at the top of the stone steps, surveying the crowd with those silver-blue eyes that have haunted his dreams for six years. She's dressed in black, a simple dress that flows to just below her knees, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant twist. She looks like a widow who's forgotten she's supposed to be mourning someone else's husband. Gabriel's breath catches.