Elena Of Avalor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A swirl of ghostly silver mist and crimson light erupted from the floor, forming a tall, opaque curtain of spectral energy that gently pulled Elara away from the circle and into a small, hidden alcove behind a massive pillar carved with the faces of long-dead lovers. Kaelen was already waiting, eyes blazing with dark, jealous fury. He slammed her back against the cold stone without a word, yanking her robe up to her waist. “A fucking king thinks he can offer you marriage while my cum is still dripping from this cunt?” he snarled, freeing his thick, enraged cock. “While my daughter remembers being seven years old and promising you forever under these same ghosts?”

Elena is ours to deal with. She has Ava by her side and that’s all she needs to relax again and feel comfortable. She’s smiling as she walks with Ava to her class. Let her smile, that’s what we want for now. She feels safe with her, and we don’t regret planning to snatch that smile away from her pretty baby face. Soon. She’s our Mate, our doll, and we will show her what it means to be ‘ours’. Elena doesn’t have the slightest idea of what we have in store for her, and I can’t wait to let it unfold before her very widely open blue eyes.

"She is the only crown I care about now. If the elders want a war to protect their pride, they will have to kill me before they ever reach her gates." He straightened his posture, completely ignoring the agonizing pull of the silver-poison scars on his shoulder. He looked out through the glass toward the distant black tower of the Petrova-Dragomirov alliance. Elena was sitting up there in her warm penthouse, watching his entire world burn to ash, and he was ready to let her keep stoking the flames for as long as she pleased. He would protect her from his own bloodline, strip his elders of their remaining power, and stand as her shield until she had absolutely nothing left to destroy.

"My whole life is a lie." "No." I reached over and took her hand. "You're real, you're the most real thing I've ever known." "But I was created by Vanessa, designed to look like Grace and Sophia so I'd end up with you." Elena's voice was breaking. "Our whole relationship is part of her plan." "I don't care." I squeezed her hand. "Even if Vanessa designed you, even if she orchestrated us meeting, what we feel for each other is real." "How can you know that?" Elena asked.

Avalor yelled at the elders words of plea. “Fine, we would give you more time to find a mate.” The elders said making Alpha Avalor chuckle. “What don’t you get in everything I have been saying? Melissa is my mate!” He yelled In annoyance to the fact that they think he stole Melissa from someone. “But she wasn’t your mate?” “Is it what you heard from that bastard territory! Is he still claiming Melissa as his own, I was made her second chance mate by the moon goddess.” Avalor was more frustrated from within than he even sounded.

“I am aware. And frankly, I’m tired of everyone reminding me of that fact. I’m tired of pretending to like her.” I force my hands to stay at my sides even though I am itching to strangle her. “You’ve been playing Victor. Playing the elders, but what you’re doing to Elana isn’t just cruel, it’s suicidal. When the truth gets out, he will kill you.” She leans back, crossing her legs, her red dress rises up her thigh, and I roll my eyes as I look away. If she thinks she can seduce me, she has lost her mind. Her eyes narrow angrily when she realizes I won’t be swayed.

I saw it, even if she tried to hide it. That whisper he had given her at breakfast still burned in my chest. He hadn’t spoken it aloud for anyone else to hear, just her, and yet her entire face had shifted at his words—eyes widening, lips parting, as though he had reached inside her soul. And I had been sitting there, powerless, watching my mate react to another man’s voice. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The mate bond was sacred, unbreakable. But Eliana… she was different. She had already been rejected once. She had already known the sting of betrayal. What if she decided I would become the next Damon? What if she chose distance over vulnerability, or worse, curiosity over safety?

But Elena felt as though it was a bit more involved than just that. There had always been this slight friction between her and Alicia. From the moment she started back at Vitalis three years ago, the two had a difficult time seeing eye-to-eye. Perhaps this was Alicia not wanting Elena to swoop in and steal her thunder? Although Elena would argue that such a thing was never her intention. If her theory happened to carry some real weight, would Alicia hold that sort of grudge over her? What Elena wanted were answers so that a potential cure could start being developed. Her worries regarding the real truth behind these strange happenings.

Nico asked, sitting across from Luca and myself. Luca swallowed his mouthful of food and looked at me before he answered. “Eliana needs to go back to England tomorrow to complete her degree and finish the work she started there. Our mating will be kept secret until her return,” his voice turned stern as he looked at everyone around the table solemnly. “I will not have anyone outside of our pack know that I have a future Luna who is not within the secure perimeter of our territory.” “Of course, no one will know a thing,” Enzo echoed, sending a stern look Giovani's way.

ELENA'S POV She was wearing a side pleated gown with ruffles down the arm, and a thin pearl necklace around her neck. A thin silver belt anchored the gown around her small waist, on any other person the cloth would look ridiculous but she managed to pull it off elegantly. It must be a rich people thing. She was looking at me the way you would look at a rat that wasn't where it was supposed to be. From what I gathered the last time we had an encounter, she was related to Valerian.