Elena Gold Novels & Stories

Then, Elena moved toward me, her steps light but purposeful, carrying an air of quiet authority. "You're Diana, aren't you?" Elena's voice was cold but laced with challenge. I frowned slightly, my eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" Her eyes sharpened. "I'm Elena, heir to the Blood Moon Wolf Pack." Her words carried a weight of power, and she added with subtle pressure, "It seems there's some unspeakable connection between you and Giovanni. I'm curious—what kind of secrets do you keep as his secretary?" I felt a brief flicker of tension, my hands clenching imperceptibly as I struggled to maintain my composure. I straightened, meeting her gaze with unflinching resolve. "Who do you think you are, q

Elena picked up the phone and found it was Lennie’s number again. She frowned before she answered the phone call. “I’ve told you I am busy,” she said coldly to the dragon princess. Lennie didn’t reply right away. After a few seconds of strange silence, the princess said, “Name me a price. I will give you anything as long as you give me the Moon Goddess’s relic.” Elena pressed her lips. All of a sudden, she realized Lennie didn’t know Ragnar was sick too. Or else, the dragon princess would be threatening her instead of negotiating.

Eliana said. She was sitting on the beige sofa, a makeup artist hovering over her, dusting powder onto her nose. She looked impeccable. She was wearing a midnight blue dress—a nod to the engagement party—that was modest but sharp. Armor. “I’m not pacing,” I lied. “I’m strategizing.” “You’re thinking about how many ways you can legally strangle Elena Costa on live television,” she corrected. “Elena Costa is a vulture,” I muttered. “She made a career out of tearing women down under the guise of ‘journalism.’ If she comes for you, Eliana…”

“He’s very good at hiding it,” Elena muttered. Across the room, Ryan was still half-listening to a woman named Naomi Delacour, the heiress of a luxury jewelry line drone on about gemstones when his eyes flicked toward Elena again. His jaw tightened slightly. The fabric of her gown shimmered with every movement she made, the slit high enough to drive him to madness. “Excuse me,” he said, cutting Naomi short mid-sentence. “I need to speak with the foundation director.”

“Right now, I’m only doing my job, Madam. Nothing more.” Elena straightened up, folding her arms across her chest with an arrogant expression. “Good, if that’s true. Because I don’t like anyone crossing the line. Remember, I am Elena—for outsiders, I’m Queen Elisabeth, a business queen and legendary designer. And for Nathan, I’m his wife. His only one.” Thalia tried to smile politely though the tension in her eyes was clear. “I understand, Madam.” “Good, if you understand,” Elena replied coldly. “I don’t want to have to repeat this warning.”

(James's POV) "Do you think all attractive she-wolves are like Mom?" I scoffed at my younger brother. "Your wolf always sides with outsiders, Julian." Julian remained calm, his gaze drifting toward the silver-contaminated omega sitting alone at the shore. "Who is she? I've seen her around the resort several times." "Elara Rivers," I said coldly. "Haven't you heard of her? She's the famous fake Stone Pack princess, even went to the silver-laced containment facility for extortion."

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

After standing for hours for the little old seamstress Elena was wearing a Diamond white corseted ball gown that faded down to light gold sequence. She couldn’t help but gaze at herself in the mirrors while the stylist set her curls. As the stylist Ann saw Elena gripping the simple string of pearls around her neck she tried to offer words of wisdom “You know, they say once you met your mate your worries fade away. It’s no secret in the pack that you are against this, but the moon goddess would not fate you to someone who did not understand and want your happiness. Try not to worry ma’am”

Dark curls spilled over one shoulder while painted lips curved into a knowing smile. “You called for me, Alpha.” “Eliza,” Titan greets smoothly. “How good of you to join me, I see you’re enjoying yourself.” He adds, pointedly looking at her besmeared lips. Her response to the comment is a wider wicked smile directed at him. Pointing to one of the couches near the wall, “Sit.” He says, “We’ll wait for my mate.” Eliza obeys, though amusement flickers in her eyes. The room changes the moment Elara enters. She wore a flowing ivory gown embroidered in pale gold, the fabric hugging her waist before cascading softly to the floor. Her silver-blonde hair rested over one shoulder in loose waves, and m

It was a woman—a vampire, by the look of her—with pale skin and dark hair and eyes that glowed a soft, steady silver. She was beautiful, in the way that vampires often were, but there was something different about her. Something that made Kael's hackles rise and his hand tighten on his sword. "I come in peace," she said, raising her hands. "My name is Elena. I'm here to offer you an alliance." "Elena?" "I'm the Silver One's emissary. They sent me to negotiate terms." Kael studied her, searching for any sign of deception. Her silver eyes met his without flinching, and her posture was open, unthreatening.