Elena Of Avalor Sister Novels & Stories

But still… I’m the one left standing when the dust settled. And she’s the one who vanished. I hug my knees tighter, curling myself. Like I can unfeel this weight crawling under my skin. I wanted to be happy. I wanted this. So why do I feel like the villain in her story? Just then, a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Hi, I'm Aria, the Alpha's sister. You must be Elena." I blinked, stunned. For a moment, I thought I hadn’t heard her correctly.

She explained I noticed she was hiding slightly out of celene's view. "How do you know so much about the heathen? She is a mystery to everyone beside you it seems" ask elder Mark. "Because..." she started as she stepped into celene's view. "Shes my sister" With those words it was like a bomb exploded in the room, the Supernatural people in the room gasped or yelled to lock her up but not celene. She charged at Ava wraping her hand around her throat, digging her nails and lifting her off the ground. Before I or bryan could pulled celene away ava raise her hand making celene hissed in pain dropping ava.

"Elgar... your path to Carista won't be that easy. I am Vanezoir's first daughter, and you are destined for me. Carista is my sister, and she will marry someone more deserving of her." ***

"I've always seen you as a sister, Elara. I only love Sylara, so I can't possibly marry you." Elara looked completely incredulous. "Why? Didn't you love me more? Why would you reserve the very best for that bitch when I'm the one you always favored, Caelum?" "You'd better mind your behavior, Elara! That's your sister you're talking about!" Vaelis' expression was more severe than it had ever been. "I don't want Sylara as my sister! She should just drop dead from the allergy!" Elara shrieked, running up to the second floor and slamming her bedroom door shut behind her.

Ava's POV As we celebrated our triumph over the past and embraced the promising future before us, a complicated twist threw our lives into disarray once again. The unexpected arrival of a woman named Elena cast a dark shadow over our newfound happiness. Elena claimed to be Adrian's long-lost half-sister, the product of an affair their father had many years ago. She had spent her life searching for her true family, driven by a deep-rooted desire for revenge against the man who had abandoned her.

She wouldn’t do that. In a rage, I lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck. “I told you not to lie to me!” I growled, ready to snap her neck. Ava shoved me off her with a snarl. “Listen, Cedric! For once in your damn life, listen!” She helped the girl—Elara up from the ground. “Colima… she wouldn’t do that,” I muttered, my voice breaking. “She loved my mother. She couldn’t possibly kill her own sister, right?”

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

Beside him, his wife Elena trembled with a fury she never bothered to hide, chestnut hair slipping loose around her flushed face. “I can’t believe this is really happening,” Elena hissed. “Your useless sister is going to be queen.” “Don’t speak about Mira like that.” Valen’s voice was a blade. “She bears the mark. She’s worthy.” “I don’t know what curse the gods laid on this family.” Elena’s words dripped venom. “You’re the firstborn. You should be king. And if it had to be a woman — why not Marina? She’d make a better queen than that… that mess ever could.”

[End of Flashback] Carmela said, a pleased smile spreading across her face, “Now your sister is called ‌Vale. It was her who saved Jaxson.” My sister, Elena Koval‌, flushed with shame and coughed softly, “I also have feelings for Jaxson. But I don't know what he's talking about. Who is Vale?" She hastily made an excuse and turned around. Carmela turned her gaze to me. She knew Vale was my childhood nickname. But, few people called me that since my mother was hospitalized. "It's you," Carmela murmured, stroking the long hair falling over Elena's shoulder, "From now on, you are Vale."

“I know what you’re fighting. I’ve seen it before.” The cuff on my wrist pulsed. My throat went dry. “What do you mean?” Mirek’s hand flexed, fingers curling tight. For the first time, I saw not the commander of warriors, but a man carrying something that had been eating him alive for years. “My sister,” he said finally. The words scraped out like they hurt to speak. “Her name was Elara.” I frowned, searching memory. I had never heard the name. “She was like you,” Mirek continued. “Gifted. Marked. Not Harbinger blood, but cursed all the same. We didn’t know it at first. She was strong, kind, stubborn as steel. Then the Shadow Alpha found her.”