Elena Of Avalor Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

****AN HOUR LATER**** Elena was walking back to her room with Ava trailing behind her. She was still walking when she suddenly caught sight of a girl with Leonard, they were talking. She stopped walking immediately as a frown appeared on her face. "Who is she?" Elena asked, her eyes on the girl who was busy smiling and touching Leonard all over. "She is Princess Emily, Luna Mila's daughter" Ava replied and Elena scoffed, she started walking to them immediately. Leonard suddenly turned and his eyes widened when he saw Elena walking towards them with a deep frown, seems like he smelt her presence.

"I'm Selene. I manage trade and supply routes." One of the warriors raised his hand slightly. "Captain Darius." The other nodded too. "Captain Mira." The older woman at the end gave a small smile. "Elda. I advise the council on traditions." That left only one person. Ronan. He didn't introduce himself. Just watched me. Finally, Kael spoke. "Elara will stand beside me as Luna." Marcus frowned. "With respect, Alpha, the pack knows little about her." "That will change."

Elena’s skin crawled with disgust, a shiver running down her spine. "Don't worry," Drake said with a cruel, low laugh. "I’ll give you a chance to be my dog." Elena closed her eyes tight, her hands squeezed together forcing herself to hold back. She swallowed the bitterness, feeling like the world was disappearing around her.

"Care? Don't make me laugh. You don't belong here, and you never will. You're just a pawn in their game, Alina. A distraction." "I'd rather be a distraction who tries to make a difference than a bitter, envious person who only brings others down," I retorted. Elena's smirk faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Big words for someone who's barely holding on. Do you really think that Alaric cares about you? You're just a convenient tool for him." My blood boiled, but I refused to let her see how much her words stung. "If you think that, then you don't know Alaric at all. He values loyalty, something you obviously lack."

She stood, bowed deeply, and rushed out to execute the orders. Elena turned back to the map, her fingers tightening around the edge of the oak table until the wood groaned under her newfound strength. Damon Mikaelson had tried to make her a sacrifice to save his throne. Now, she was going to take everything he had ever loved, piece by piece, until he was left with nothing but the mud he had thrown her into.

“No… no, I would never-” “Why?” Dex finally asked, voice dropping dangerously low. When she didn’t answer immediately, Dex’s patience snapped. “Why?!” he shouted, the word echoing through the study. Elena burst into tears, shoulders shaking as she tried to hold herself together. “I love you,” she sobbed, voice breaking. “It was supposed to be me, not Elian. He's making you lose focus and you don't even realize it. And I am going to make sure you don't lose to a scum like Elian Virelli. I did everything for you. Everything.”

Did they expect this? Elena was too shocked to even react. She looked at Clara who was enjoying her reactions bit by bit. Clara signaled her to check the mobile. "I didn't want to get into any of your dirty plans. But now I will make sure that Elsa has the same fate. Maybe even worse" Elena read the content as she looked at Clara with so much anger. Elena always dreamt of giving a perfect life to Alina and Elsa. Being a second heir of the family is equal to being an orphan. Elena would never want them to marry such people. She fisted her hands till they changed to white.

"It’s a rare skill, even among our kind. But I suppose I should introduce myself properly, since we are going to be seeing a lot of each other." ​She leaned in closer, the scent of vanilla and something metallic filling my senses. ​"I'm Elena," she said, a small, sharp smile playing on her lips. "Cassian’s fiancée. And the mother of the next Vaelor heir." ​The air left my lungs. I looked at her hand, the hand that had supposedly saved my life, and all I could think about was the note I had dropped on the table. Could she have been the one who dropped the note? And did she really say Cassian’s fiancée? How was that even possible?

"I can make her want it again." "She only wanted to prove you wrong," Soren replied. "She said it herself." "Shut up, Soren," I hissed. "If Elora doesn't come back, then Avala will be Luna. That's the end of it. Elora was never attracted to me in the first place!" "But she didn't hate you either," he shrugged. "Her actions say as much. She is a blank slate. One you can work on without it being messy and complicated. Avala isn't."

She looked around thirty, elegant and confident. Victor stood up with a rare smile. “Elena. I did not know you were coming.” Elena Langford. Victor’s daughter and Damien’s half-sister. Her eyes landed on me immediately. “So this is the new wife. Ava, right? You are younger than I expected.” “Nice to meet you,” I said politely. Elena smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. She studied me like I was a problem to solve. Later that afternoon, she found me alone in the library.