Elena Gold Novels & Stories

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

Delicate, sharp points of gold forged centuries ago, heavy with diamonds that had passed through generations of rulers, warriors, and survivors. I didn’t see the girl who had arrived here months ago. The confused, angry, trapped girl who thought she had been sold. I didn’t see the wife who felt like a decoration. I saw a ruler. I saw a woman who knew exactly who she was and exactly what she carried. A soft knock on the door broke the silence. “Come in,” Elena called softly. The door opened. Kiel walked in. And for a moment, the whole world seemed to stop turning.

The golden chain, along with the tight white t-shirt and ripped jeans the beautiful woman was wearing, was something difficult to process. Elena was more beautiful than was safe for herself, and she was able to disarm this man as if she had a manual in hand. "Why don't I believe you?" Aaron questioned as he raised an eyebrow. "Because you need to have more faith" she replied. Elena slid into the next armchair. She took her cell phone and book that were previously on the armchair, and placed them on the side table in front of her. Aaron missed contact with her. "The pendant is a crucifix" he informed.

No. I was really angry because the kid was an orphan. Elena was an orphan. And... He was also a good pretender. Elena... Was a con artist. A professional pretender.

The guards came in almost immediately, like they had been waiting. “Search her belongings,” Elena ordered. “She stole my gold ring.” They didn’t hesitate, they moved straight toward my things. I didn’t stop them, I just stood there, watching them with disbelief. Randy said nothing, he stood beside his mother, silent, like this had nothing to do with him. *********** It didn’t even take ten minutes before Elena’s scream broke the silence. “I knew it,” her voice rose, sharp with triumph. I turned, lifting my eyes to the guard holding my bag. The gold ring caught the light instantly, the gemstone at its center glinting with blinding brilliance.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

“I present before you all, the woman for you Alpha Daniel and Marcus. The woman we believe is worthy to be in our midst and to stand beside our Alphas as Luna.” Elder Simon turned around as he spoke and a few of the elders nodded in approval to what he said. Elena on the other hand turned around to face the Alphas and I. “Greetings Alphas. I am Elena of the silver claw pack and I am delighted to be in your midst.” Marcus scoffed loudly. “What is this display? Is this a theatre or romcom? She is right here in front of us. You're all already invited her here before even telling us about this ridiculous plan?” he said, disbelief clear in his voice.

"We share the same blood. Silas... Silas built this city for us." "Silas built a cemetery," Julian hissed, leaning down until his lips were inches from her ear, his breath hot and promising ruin. "And we’re just the ones turning the soil." Elena stepped into the center of the spotlight beside him. She had discarded her tactical windbreaker, standing in her cream-colored power suit, the fabric stained with plaster dust but draped over her body like modern armor. The silver vulture collar at her throat caught the white-hot glare of the stage lights, a brilliant, metallic throat-ring that marked her as the co-ruler of the ruins. On her left hand, the raw-cut black diamond caught the light, a da

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

“We used to talk about that bitch all the time. Since when are you this sensitive about her? She’s just a common whore!” I open my mouth to answer, but someone else does. “I surely hope this is not the common table talk you engage in. After all, you invited us.” I turn around, and my heart almost pops out of my chest. Elena is here. I never thought she would actually come, even though she said yes to the conversation. She’s wearing a gold-colored silk dress with a high slit and a square neckline. Her arms and hands are decked with gold jewelry. She has a big piece around her neck, sparkling with an intricate chainwork of gold.