Elena Of Avalor Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then Elena’s voice. “Eliam?” His entire body froze. Avaline’s hand found his. Elena continued. “If this recording reaches you, then I wasn’t able to come home.” Eliam shut his eyes. “I need you to know something.” Her voice trembled. “I fought.” A pause. “I fought because I wanted more time with you.” Eliam’s eyes filled with tears. “I wanted to watch you grow up. I wanted to embarrass you at your wedding. I wanted to meet the woman you would love.”

They shared a room, playing games, chatting with each other without reserve, and exchanging their imaginations about future life, especially future mates. Twins are telepathic, seeing each other as the only soul mate in the world. Eliana and she did the same when they were children, until Eliana discovered that their fate was in Xavier's hands. But Elena wouldn't give in, so she severed their mind bond. That was a fatal betrayal for Elena. How is she doing now? Elena thought sadly. Before she left, Eliana had become Xavier's second-in-command, taking over their parents' business. Even Xavier couldn't sell her easily anymore. She was in control of her own destiny, in the way she wanted to be.

Revalor and every member of this troupe go flying. “That goes for you too,” she says, angrily, her other hand still pressed to my chest. The look that Revalor gives her is covetous, greedy. He wants my mate, but I’ll kill him before he takes her from me. “Maybe I should wait after all. It appears that the beautiful dragon may actually be stronger than the Alpha of Alphas. How delightful,” Revalor says, taking a step toward Eliane again. “You heard her Revalor, stand down,” I hear Kenna say as a fire ball blows past me and smacks him in the chest, sizzling against his wet clothes.

The embarrassment he felt was terrible, he was so close to smacking his head for being so foolish, so stupid enough to have trusted her - Eliana. The woman in front of him didn't in any way look like the sorcerer's daughter, he could still remember Eliana. She had been tall and very slim with gangly limbs, she had sharp green eyes that had only been filled with hate, then how in hell was that same person his Alena? His sweet, sharp-mouthed Alena. It made no sense and he couldn't look at Alena without reminiscing on all the things they'd shared, all the love that had existed between them. He was sure she didn't love him, despite what he chose to say. She was incapable of love, someone like he

Until now, she'd refused payment for her culinary services, insisting that the protection and care she and Sky had received were more than she could repay. If she’d read Ary correctly in the kitchen, then his carefully walled heart had finally shown a crack. Yet Elena's emotional unavailability made her a risk to him because for all her light, she might not be willing to love again. Julia knew, with a mix of thrill and apprehension, that this delicate spark was about to ignite a fire neither of them could fully control. ~~~~~ Later that day, Ary leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes. But even in the darkness behind his eyelids, Elena’s smiling face appeared, sharp and impossibly vivid.

“They will be asking questions about who Elena is.” “There’s nothing for them to ask questions about.” Alvize said, looking at his beta. “She is my wife, and that is how they would know and treat her. Anyone who thinks of annoying, disrespecting, or double crossing her would have to deal with me.” “Alvize…”

She took a step forward, ignoring Kaelan’s protective gesture. “You have your vengeance, Elara,” Althea said, her voice quiet. “You have painted my ruin. Is it enough?” Elara’s gaze faltered, shifting to the sketches. She had drawn love, tenderness, and escape. She had captured not just a scandal, but a truth. Her vengeance had ensnared an innocent, or at least, another victim of a different kind of drowning.

Elena cocked her head to the side as she regarded me, “So you really don’t know everything, do you?” “I know who she is! Who she truly is. And she’s strong enough to kill you!” “Oh, lover boy, you really don’t know, do you? I want the hybrid child. An Alpha’s scalp isn’t enough anymore.” “You’ll have two scalps with mine. What more could you possibly want? I accept defeat, okay?” Elena roared with laughter. “You’re not as valuable as you think, Alpha. I already have two.”

​I lifted my head, my eyes blurry from the dust and the fever from the tower. ​Through the thinning gray cloud, I saw Elena. She was standing three feet away against a broken stone pillar. Her left arm was held tightly against her chest, and her face was completely pale. Her eyes weren't burning with the cold, angry look of a High Queen anymore. Instead, they were wide, watery, and staring completely at the black altar in the center of the vault. ​Elena... I sent the thought through our permanent mental link. The connection felt heavy, vibrating with a deep, aching sadness that made my own chest feel tight.

Her grip on the glass tightened, her knuckles white. “I am Luna,” she added, her voice firmer now. “But I feel like a stranger in my own position. I donn't feel loved. I dont feel wanted. Infact, I don't feel like a Luna.” Taron watched her carefully. “Thid can't keep happening. We need you to get pregnant for the Alphas. We must find a way to fix this,” he said calmly. Elena’s eyes slowly lifted to meet his. “How? What's your proposal??”