Elena Of Avalor Novels & Stories

“Although, if you didn’t think it was me why in the world would you even grant entrance?” Brother Victor ignored his words turning to Elaina. He studied her through tiny black eyes that seemed to see right to her soul. “And who is your friend?” “Elaina Mason.” Elaina said stepping forward. “I’m a warrior of the North.” “Ah I see.” Brother Victor said taking Elaina’s hand and giving it a shake. “A pleasure my dear. Now come inside you two, you look a mess what happened?” As they walked through the halls of the temple Chase recounted their adventure to Brother Victor. Elaina too busy taking in her surroundings didn’t bother giving any imput.

The second was silenced with a chokehold as Elena slid into the facility’s auxiliary ventilation shaft, bypassing four levels of biometric locks. Her mind was clear. Sharp. Unrelenting. She had to be. There was no room for doubt anymore. No room for the girl who once believed justice wore a name. Damien’s name. She killed the thought before it could root. Down the hall, Rhys Vale sat in a concrete chamber surrounded by holograms – projections of the Eidolon schematics flickering across the walls like godlight. He was speaking to an AI unit in a clipped voice. “Elena Vasquez is a myth now,” he said. “We made sure of it. The only version of her that matters is the one we built – the AI constru

She retreated back into my office, an invitation for both Soren and Avala to join. They followed after her, and I was left just watching the situation unfold. "My name is Avala, Luna Elora," Avala bowed elegantly as she spoke. "I used to be married to the Alpha, but that was about a century ago." "A century ago?" Elora asked, clearly in disbelief. "Yes," she said. "And you're still this young?" she asked. "You have to be lying." "I am not," Avala shook her head. "In fact, this youth is the reason why I left him in the first place."

1. The Return of Dante Vale The great hall fell into stillness as Dante Vale, the Alpha of the Moonless Pack, stepped into the light. He was taller than Ava remembered, his eyes glowing with an unnatural silver that flickered at the edges—like something inside him was barely contained. But it wasn’t just him. Beside him stood a girl, no older than eight, with black hair and Ava’s eyes. “This is my daughter,” Dante said softly. “Her name is Elya.”

“The only person who can break Elena’s system.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Another hacker?” Cassian’s voice dropped. “Not exactly. She’s not code. She’s history.” He opened the file. One photo. A woman. Mid-forties. Military posture. Ice in her eyes. Subject: Delia Vale. Status: Deceased (unconfirmed). Alias: Ghost of Ceres Protocol. Relation to C. Vale: Biological mother. Aria froze. “You’re telling me your mother’s alive?” “I’m telling you my mother never died officially,” he said. “And if anyone still has access to the backdoor Elena uses to clean internal threats…”

the old man intoned, his voice carrying through the still air, “You call forth your mate to renew the bond broken by defiance. Do you swear to bind her by blood and soul?” “I do,” Darius said, his voice low, and certain. My heart pounded so loud it drowned everything else. The elder turned to me. “Elena Vale, do you accept the bond, in body and spirit, and claim your place once more as Luna of this pack?” My lips parted but no sound came out. Every eye in the pack watched, waiting for me to submit, to bow my head and accept what fate and Darius demanded. But all I could feel was the tremor in my chest and the cold pain where freedom used to live.

“And listen. The people who tried to burn you both alive aren’t gone. Richard Hale is merely a pawn. Someone else is orchestrating this someone who wants what’s inside you both.” I frowned. “Inside?” Vale leaned closer. “Elena isn’t who she thinks she is, Alexander. The woman you love… was born from Rebirth.” My heart stopped. She continued, her voice almost reverent. “Ten years ago, we built the prototype Subject E.D.-001. Her genetic memory retention was unlike anything we’d seen. You called her ‘Elara.’ The world called her dead. But she was never meant to die — only to begin again.”

Elena’s POV My introduction to the Alistair Kingdom was perfectly executed- from the forest when I saved Alonso from himself to the marriage between us I almost felt bad for deceiving Alonso, especially because of what I feel for gim. Almost. But then I saw Alora for the first time. I knew I had to follow Kaiser’s advice and get rid of her as quickly as possible.

That only irritated her further. She stepped closer. "Do you know how many students I've trained?" I said nothing. "Hundreds." Her voice was firm. "Thousands..." "Most became average Alphas." "Some became powerful warriors." Then something rare appeared in her eyes. Pride. "Elena is different." The corridor grew quiet. "She is the strongest young wolf I have ever met. She was picked up by the Alvarez family. She fought so hard to get to this point. These days I notice her wolf is getting weaker. I know she must be thinking about your mate's bond with her. "

she chirped, her full lips parting in a dazzling smile as her rich brown eyes fixed on Elara. "Elara," Alpha Riven said smoothly, "meet your mother. Selena. Selena, meet the lovely, charming, and totally not crazy former Luna, Elara" Elara debated punching him in the face, hard, but the older lady, Selena, strode toward Elara. Each step was assured and steady, graceful, and … grounded. It wasn't guarded and restrained like hers. Her eyes spoke of strength. She was someone who didn’t need weapons but could cause deep, soul crushing pain to her enemies if she wanted.