Elena Gilbert In Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

But to see them laugh and talk makes her see them in a different light. “Hey,” Elma offers to pour her a drink as her glass is empty. She nods as the vampire fills her cup with liquor. “So, who is oldest amongst you guys?” Elena asks. She throws her hair backwards. “I am,” Gabriel says. Elena eyes his tight shirt as it grips his body. “How old are you?” “I am 500 years old,” he says. Elena is shocked and she almost chokes on her drink. “Take it easy, love” Elma pats her on the back.

However, the doctor was well aware of how pitiful my situation was, so he pretended that he needed to step out for a moment, leaving me all alone in the office. I knew he was giving me an opportunity, so I hurriedly pulled up the surveillance footage. Sure enough, I found the footage from Lillian's ward and recorded her final words. As I looked at it once more, my heart ached for Lillian. Evidently, she still had a chance to live, yet because of that monster Elena, she was ultimately left to waste away until she died. For this reason alone, I would never let Elena lay her hands on the inheritance.

He crossed to my bedside without hurrying, reached into his jacket, produced a slim black tablet, tapped it once, and held it toward me without a word. The screen showed a ceremony I recognized immediately. The same hall, the same altar. Caleb was standing at the front looking luminous. Beside him in an enormous white gown with a diamond headpiece was Victoria. She was laughing as he slid the ring onto her finger. Then the footage cut to an interview. Caleb on a leather sofa, hands clasped, a look of grief arranged on his face. A handkerchief near one eye. "It has been a devastating year for the Bloodmoon Pack. Losing my beloved Elena in that tragic accident nearly broke me completely. But t

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.

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.

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

I responded noncommittally as I reached forward to pour a drink for myself. "No offense, Valerian but I'm curious. What's gonna happen with Elena now?" " What do you mean?" "Ruby is obviously out of the picture. Elena is here but with a whole load of problems. I'm just wondering what your plan concerning her is.." he shrugged. "I..uh..hadn't thought that far ahead yet." I rubbed my head bashfully. Niceeeee" he dragged out the word as he clicked his lips against his tongue. "So you just pissed off two powerful bat -shig crazy Alpha werewolves without any plan. Fantastic."

Could she have been the one responsible for their deaths? If that's the case, what powers does she possess to do that? There's no way that was done by an ordinary Werewolf. There's a level at which we lycans kill our enemies, and it's far different from what happened to those Werewolves. If indeed this was done by Miss Diane, doesn't this mean she has some kind of power which we don't know about? As far as I know, the scarlet witch is Miss Gina, not Diane. What exactly am I missing in all of this? What exactly is going on?

Kyle stood in front of his villa, watching the helicopter as it flew off with Elena and the people who came to pick her up. Inside the helicopter, Elena smiled at her granny, who asked, "Are you okay?" She nodded, though she was still afraid because Kyle had almost seen George. She took George into her arms, hugging him as she struggled to steady her breathing. "What is the problem?" her granny asked. "What really happened?" Elena sighed, "Well, I was deliberately brought here."

"Please, Eli... I can't do this. Y—You're my beta. And- best friend to my brothers. What will they say when they find—" "Shh... Do you not want this? Me... and you... You're mine, Brie. I know you're smart. You've been taught what will happen when a girl finds her mate. We belong together. And neither Xavier nor Alexander can do a damn thing about it. You. Are. Mine... All mine." Eli's eyes darken as he whispers over my lips and presses a kiss. I can feel his bulge poke my leg, making my eyes widen. My breath becomes hitched and gets caught in my throat. My heart is beating out of my chest so fast that I can practically hear it in my ear, thumping, making tension grow inside me.