Elena Gold Novels & Stories

Elena stepped into the dim, torchlit cell. She had washed the blood from her face and hands, but her long silver hair was still tied back tightly, and her silver eyes burned with cold, unyielding authority. She wore a dark silk tunic that clung to her waist, a leather belt strapped around her hips holding her silver dagger. Her pale skin stood out sharp against the dark stone walls.

She hadn't just thrown a temper tantrum; she had amputated Maya from her life completely. The door to the bedroom creaked open, the freezing air of the corridor rushing in. Elena stepped into the room, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the dark, her aristocratic features fixed in a mask of calm, unyielding possessiveness. She had heard the sob from down the hall. Elena didn't say a word about the phone. She didn't mention the wolf. Instead, she glided across the floor like a ghost, her pale, elegant hands reaching out to wrap around Maya’s trembling shoulders from behind, pulling her back against her cold, dead heart.

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

Dressed in a body clinging red dress that barely covered her breast and highlighted her curves, Elena set out to bring her plans to life. She would do whatever it takes to bring Gemma to her knees even if it meant selling her soul. Pulling the already short dress up, Elena walked into the golden Den club. It was a club notable among young ladies seeking to find sexual and financial favours among wealthy men. The club was mainly dominated by old men who were ready to spend money on willing females, provided they were ready to do their bidding.

Elena grinned, vicious and beautiful. “Make sure Roman doesn’t find out.” .Jace stared. “…He’s absolutely going to find out.” “Not today,” Elena said. And then she spotted something ahead ,something expensive and unnecessary. Her mood brightened instantly. “Oh look,” she said. “Bulgari.” Jace groaned into both hands. “Elena, I swear to God, every time you get threatened you get more chaotic...” “Exactly,” she said. Swipe. Approved. Lysandra Vauxhaul was unraveling.

The coins were enough to last him a lifetime in that city, they were pure gold. The following morning was rather too flooded at the palace. All the nobles had honered the Queen's invitation even at such short notice and Elena felt like the most blessed woman in Luyota. She sat by the mirror her appointed maids tending to all her needs. She smiled at the reflection of her at the back of her mind knowing fully well that she was in and there was absolutely no going back.

the other individual in the room speaks, Elena Martin. Elena is a young beautiful lady in her 20s, she has long and wavy black hair, dark blue eyes like the deep blue sea and a silver necklace around her neck. Her lips are pink and full and her eyes carry the curiosity of a child. “Like the real Dracula,” she says, “Yes” Philip answers, “Looks like aunt Mary was a badass,” Elena says.

He honored the tragic boundary I had set, but his knuckles turned white against the wood. “Ah, the Director has finally graced us with her presence,” a smooth, cloying voice purred from the far side of the room. Elara sat in an armchair near the tall windows, sipping from a delicate porcelain cup. She was immaculate. Her golden hair was pinned into an intricate crown, and she wore a deep crimson dress that practically screamed her status as Luna. She looked radiant, entirely untouched by the betrayal of the previous night. Her face was a mask of calculated, terrifying triumph.

“Boys, this is your brother’s mate. Her name is Elena. She’s a gamma female from Silvercrest.” I scoffed quietly and leaned back in my chair. Suddenly I wasn’t hungry anymore. And through the twin bond, I could feel Elias’ emotions too. Jealousy, bitterness, and anger. We were both pissed as hell.

“You usually do.” Elara finally glanced at him. “I used to do a lot of things.” Simple. But it landed. ⸻ Elsewhere— Elena sat in her apartment, scrolling slowly. Photos from Santorini were everywhere. The wedding. The beach. The parties. And then— Elara. Smiling. Confident. Glowing. Elena’s jaw tightened. “She’s getting too comfortable,” she murmured. Across from her, Leon leaned back, relaxed. “That’s when people are easiest to break,” he said.