Elena Of Avalor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was still wearing his jacket when I got back to the hostel. I collapsed on my bed and heaved slightly. “That man definitely still wants you” Ela started overreacting again. “Whatever,. you're just over acting again Elena.” “And that bitch Selena needs to know her place. Who does she think she is? To pretend like it was a mistake. I'm gonna teach her a lesson soon enough” “Don't worry about it Ela, she's just crazy and jealous because I'm better than her” I winked at her “You're so fucking right babe” She winked back.

Caelan could not rise from the dark sorrow in his heart. Even though in one week he would marry Lily Minera, Caelan had sworn he would never love anyone except Elena Ashvale. … At the same time… “Hk!” Elena, who had finished sorting all the documents as Lucien ordered, was looking at the circular glass window in the room. Her round hazel eyes looked very weary. She watched as the rain began to fall. Somehow her heart felt sore now, as if someone was missing her and she could feel it.

“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—”

I climbed in beside her, pulling her flush 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 extricated 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.

If it were to be by choice Elena would not have married him. Her father had been telling her since childhood, that she should get ready to be the next Luna. She dreamed about this. Always fantasized on how she would be the alpha's mate. She even boasted to her friends that her coronation ceremony would soon be happening. Now only to find out that She wasn’t going to have that beautiful marriage. Things Did not go the way Elena thought. The Alpha was not interested in her and that made Elena really sad. That made her take refuge in the bond she had with her daughter. She became close to Dame grace and showered her love on her. To say that Elena was unhappy was an understatement.