Elena Gold Novels & Stories

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.

Elias rose to his feet slowly, mechanically— his body straightening like a soldier obeying a silent command. Power rippled around him. The bunker lights dimmed. Metal groaned. He whispered: “I am… purge-born.” Lena gasped. “Elias—please—fight it—fight it—” He blinked. The gold flickered. Struggled. Warred inside him. He whispered hoarsely— “Lena… run.” Alexander grabbed her hand and pulled her back. “Move NOW!” The bunker shook violently as Elias unleashed a burst of golden energy—

A collective murmur rippled through the armed guards. It wasn't a horrific alien monster. It was a young woman. She looked startlingly human, though her skin had an unnatural, almost translucent pale silver hue, and her pointed ears swept back into matted, dirt-caked silver hair. Her wide, terrified eyes were a striking, luminescent amber. "My name is Elara," she whispered, her voice cracking as she looked around the massive, pristine hangar of the ancient warship. "I am... I was a slave of the Golden Empire. A mechanic from the lower-caste worlds."

she screamed in delight, smearing sauce at the corner of her mouth. The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted at once - the air tightened with unspoken rules. The staff froze. All except one. And Ary noticed. Elena turned, her expression unflinching. “Hello, Mr. Banks.” She met his gaze, steady, unbowed. Then she turned away. She crouched to Ruby’s level. “Cool your jets, mini-chef Ruby,” she teased, gently removing the fork from Ruby’s hand before the girl could dart toward Ary.

The figure seemed amused. “You think you can stop me now?” it hissed. “After opening the gate yourself?” Elena’s grip tightened around the sword. “I’ll drag every soul back into that prison if I must.” The figure finally sounded uncertain. Interesting. “Who are you?” it whispered. Elena’s eyes glowed faint gold. And for one terrifying moment— she looked completely inhuman. Then she moved. Fast. Far too fast for any human eye to follow. Golden flames exploded through the study as Elena swung the sword directly through the cloaked figure.

“Breathe.” Elena sent her Mate a hopeful smile, and the astonishment on his face melted back into ease. Elena wore a light gold dress, light enough to melt into her alabaster skin. Her long white hair was down, with two braids wrapping around her crown. A diadem wrapped around her forehead with a single Moonstone in the center. Instead of flowers, she carried her daughter in her arms.

Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it. Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.

The man yelled from the back of the room and that's when I knew that we're going live right now. "And we're back ladies and gentlemen! Here on today's Selina Beauty Show, we have a special guest with us. Let's give a wonderful round of applause to Miss Shay Falcon everybody! A.K.A San Francisco's Golden Girl!" The crowd starts to applaud in an excited way and I flashed a smile at the camera being rolled nearby. "Welcome Shay, how you feeling?" Selina asked me with a smile. "I'm good, thank you for having me."

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str