Elena Of Avalor Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Outside the glass, the Alpine peaks were gone, replaced by a churning, violet sky. “Dante?” she called out, her voice echoing with a hollow, metallic resonance. “He’s not here, darling. He’s still fighting the shadow in the lobby.” Elena stood by the vanity, casually reapplying a dark, blood-red lipstick. She looked different here—more vibrant, her presence radiating a cold, systemic power. She wasn’t just a sister; she was a node in the network.

“No, darling. This is about Me. Celeste, and Lucien. About power. And I’m done playing nice.” Something in Ava’s eyes must have shifted, because Elara’s smirk faltered. Good. Elara had never liked her anyway. Ava didn’t need her as an ally. “Tell your favorite sister-in-law,” Ava leaned in, voice filled with venom, “…that the war she started is already halfway won.” “You’re insane,” Elara said stiffly. Ava stepped back with a small, elegant smile. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I am.” She turned and walked to her car. Celeste had Lucien’s attention now, yes. But Ava had something much more powerful:

A massive projection bloomed in the center of the room. Elena Vance— wearing a sheer slip of a dress— straddled Liam's lap. Her arms looped around his neck. Her voice dripped with saccharine poison. "You're so ruthless, Alpha." She ground against him, laughing. "Going after your own flesh and blood like that." Liam's hands gripped her waist, greedy, hungry. "You think I'd let that little waste live when our daughter needs her marrow?" "It's settled. Our girl's blood disease can't wait."

“Can I ask you a question? You hate me, Elena. So why team up with me to go against Arthur, the man you claim to love?” Elena crossed her arms, her expression cold. “Because Arthur will always be king. That will never change and you never becoming king would never change, But Ava…” She paused, her voice lowering. “Ava is a problem that needs to be dealt with and I need your help to get rid of her for good.” Oliver smirked faintly. “And what do I get out of this?” “I can keep you safe,” Elena said. “Without my help, Arthur will find you, and we both know how that ends. But if you work with me, you will survive. Betray me, and you will regret it. You know I’ll see it coming.”

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

“She holds grudges like you hold secrets.” Elena had resumed her pacing, completely unaware of my presence. She muttered, “After all these…” she went on. “he thinks that damn clause is supposed to make us ‘fall in love’?” She scoffed, shaking her head, “As if that would ever happen.” I couldn’t help but smirk at her words. It was almost funny, in a twisted way. Elena’s rant continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turned her back to the sealed wing. “I swear I hate him. What kind of medieval alpha forces his mate to fall in love? Oh, wait, of course, Xavier Stormborne, master of control and—”

Elena or the dragon? A/N

I climbed in beside her, pulling her body against me, my hand resting possessively over her stomach. “Mine,” I whispered into the darkness. “Yours,” she answered, sleep already claiming her. I lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, formulating a plan. Vane wanted a war? I would give him an apocalypse. But first, I had one loose end to tie up. Elena. She was still at the hotel. She was still thinking she had won. I waited until Ava’s breathing was deep and even. Then, carefully, I moved myself from her warmth. I wrote a note and placed it on the pillow.

“Then why help me?” “Because I used to be like you. Smart. Curious. In love with someone powerful enough to lie to me without blinking.” Elena pulled a folded envelope from her coat pocket. “Inside are names. Not all enemies. But not all friends. You’ll need both.” Ava stared at it. “Be careful,” Elena said, standing up. “You’re not Lila. But if you keep digging, they’ll treat you like you are.” And just like that, she walked away.