Elena Klaus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Cameroon’s voice was very rich and husky. “arghhh, so I have to subject myself to the misery of your cooking” she teased. “Okay, I am going to trash my miserable food right away, we do not want our princess falling sick right?” he teased right back as he attempted to leave the room. Elena pulled him back and he fell to her on the bed. His chest rested on her breasts, and he pushed himself up from her with one arm. He ran the fingers of the other arm across her nipples, she hit his fingers away

I sucked on her clitoris and then inserted two of my fingers inside while my thumb continued playing with her clitoris. ”Oh Damien…” she whispered after I let go of her mouth and grabbed her breast, she held on to my head and tried to pull me off her as she was reaching her climax but I refused to stop. I wanted to please her in a way that Lukas would never dreamt of doing. Pleasing Elena sexually was my duty and I was going to make sure that no one did it the way I did it for her.

Since when has all of this been happening? "It's not what you think Elsa..." "Come on Leo, why explain yourself to her ? She's not even worthy of it." Sarah said with a smirk on her face. "You're definitely right Sarah. I've finally realised and so I'll be leaving you both so you can enjoy yourself." "Why make a fuss?" Leo questioned as he tried to wear his shorts. I know he won't let me but I'll do everything possible to get as far from him as possible. "I should have known that this woman was truly going to take my place. She made you so blind that you turn away from your own son "

He let out a low chuckle and followed me. LUCA'S POV Elena’s fingers curled around my wrist as she pulled me onto the dance floor. "Dance with me!" she demanded, her voice playful, her smile bright. The flashing lights cast a soft beam on her face, making her look almost ethereal. The alcohol had clearly hit her, but instead of dulling her energy, it had amplified it. She radiated excitement, her entire body buzzing with it. I wasn’t much of a dancer. I could hold my own, sure, but I never threw myself into it. Yet, with Elena, it felt different.

He wanted her, too. He wanted her more than air. And I… Hell, I wasn’t doing much better. Fuck, I want to bend her over that fucking table where her tea cup sat, and bury my dick inside of her so deeply that she would forget any man that ever touched her before me. But I couldn’t. Not like that, not while she burned with anger. Not while she was looking at me like I was the enemy she wanted to defeat. I would never understand why Elena left. Things were better. We were good, and we both looked forward to our mating ceremony.

“Elara, stop.” “Stop what?” I raised my voice, even as my heart pounded. “Stop wanting your attention? Stop trying to connect with you? Stop pretending I’m not hurt?” Heads turned and they judged with their eyes but I didn’t care. I needed him to feel this, to see me, Elara, the woman he once loved, standing here broken. “Okay, you're blowing things out of proportion,” he said, exasperated. “I need you to behave.” I froze and clenched my fists, hands trembling in total disbelief. I had to get out before I broke down completely.

"You are nothing. A mongrel. A mistake. I will kill you, and then I will take your daughter, and I will raise her to hate everything you were." Elif's vision went red. She attacked. The duel was brutal. Klaus was younger than Niklas, faster, more agile. His sword moved like lightning, and Elif struggled to block his strikes. He drove her back, step by step, toward the edge of the hill. The snow was slippery beneath her boots, and she nearly fell twice. "You are weak," Klaus snarled. "Just like your father. Just like your mate. Just like all half-bloods."

Nikola blinked once, twice…then dramatically grabbed Elias’s arm like an excuse to lean on him in public. “…I’m gonna faint.” “You’re not gonna faint,” Elias answered flatly as he held him back. “We’re dating again,” Klaire admitted quietly…then dead silence followed before simultaneously, “AGAIN?!” Lukas and Viktor shouted. Even Elias looked genuinely shocked now and Nikola’s jaw physically dropped. “Excuse me?! There was a PREVIOUS season?!” he paused, “Y'ALL ARE QUEER?!” Lydia looked irritated already. “Can you stop reacting like we announced a murder?”

I forced my chin up, meeting his dead gaze. "I, Alpha Kaelen of the Northern Court," he stated, each word cutting through me like a knife, "do not accept the trickery of the moon. I reject you, Elena of the Crescent Pack, as my mate and future Luna." The room collectively drew in a sharp breath.

Elias froze, his chest tightening as though an iron band had snapped shut around his ribs. His father blinked. “Prince Kael Viren? The crowned Lycan prince of Pennsylvania?” Zane leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. His smile widened, cruel and triumphant. “The very same. You see, your dear Elias was… very close with him. More than friends, I’d say. In fact…” His eyes shifted deliberately to Elias, savoring the moment like a predator about to pounce. “…they were lovers.” The air shattered.