Eleonora Not Invading Novels & Stories

He didn't care about anything his wife decided to come up with because he had never made a mistake in the way he trained Eleonora but of course, Eleonora will beg to differ on that one. "Mother, can you answer me or do I have to finish my food first before you do?" Eleonora smiled a bit as if she didn't just indirectly insult her mother. Not blatantly insulting but her father wouldn't agree with that. "I do not know why you even thought for a second that I will try to poison you but-" Rosaline was interrupted just when she was getting to the interesting part of her explanation.

" I just felt a tingling pain in the back of my neck and then I passed out. For days, my hands were chained and I was locked in a tent. Elena, who had tried to seduce Leon, brought me food regularly every day, and I even suspected that she had put a drug in the water which caused my stupor, otherwise I should not have been so lethargic every day. All this to prevent me from spoiling the plan of rebellion at Lyons! Elena told me that Leon was at the front against King Nick's army, and her tone was always so cheerful and excited when she spoke of Leon. I even saw the affection in Elena's eyes. If Leon had won the war, would he have made Elena his mistress? When he became king, countless women

Leonora took his hands into hers. “We don’t even know for sure that the prophecy is about Enora.”, Leonora exclaimed in frustration. “It said ‘old enemies must unite’. I mean, Enora was brought up so far outside of these communities, what enemies could she possibly encounter? “ Elio sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of their conversations. “I don’t know, Leonora. But the Oracle’s warnings cannot be ignored. We must tread carefully.”, he said, his voice tinged with resignation.

“For the future.” Elena’s pulse kicked harder, a drum in her chest. She’d braced for a lot—raids, wars, blood—but not this. Not Jeremy storming the system, not him painting a target this big. He wasn’t just running—he was declaring war on every power in Italy, inviting a fight that could bury them all. Too late now—the words were out, live to millions, no rewind. ***** *** **** ****** *** **** **** ***** ******

"Don Elio, please don't be angry. That child Eleonora is sensitive by nature. She's probably just feeling a little hurt and hiding somewhere to cool off." "She comes from a fallen family and has nowhere else to go in New York. She'll have to come back to you in the end. After all, you made a blood oath, a little fight between husband and wife..." "That's right," the old Don quickly agreed. "Don, you can rest assured. The moment she shows up, we'll hold her and personally deliver her back to your manor." These fawning reassurances sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Elio. Eleonora hadn't returned to her family's estate? Then where could she have gone? And who was the person driving that arm

She would successfully get Frederico off her back and get Leo all to herself. She had gotten to Eleonora's room while thinking of ways to get Leo to resent her when she heard her speaking to someone over the phone. She couldn't make out the conversation, but she was sure that Eleonora had brought in contraband so she left and came back with guards that evening. “Eleonora, is it true that you brought a contraband into the clan?” Nicholas questioned and Eleonora couldn't even lift her head. Tears continued to trail down her face.

⸻ But what he said was— “It changes how far I’m willing to go.” ⸻ Elara absorbed that. Slowly. ⸻ “And Elena?” she asked. ⸻ There it was. The name. ⸻ Leon’s jaw tightened. ⸻ “What about her?” he replied carefully. ⸻ “You’re going against her,” Elara said. “That doesn’t seem like something she’d take lightly.” ⸻ A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “You’re right. She won’t.”

She relaxes into the bath water and rests her har inside another sink,Elena walks to the sink and starts washing her hair with shampoo. "Where's Jane?" Eriteria asked. "She's watching the maids cook my Lord" The words rolled out Elena's mouth slowly. Her mind went to Anthony again with his behaviour this morning she still somehow felt something is wrong with him. "Have war every break out in this pack?" Eriteria asked. "Yes my Lord, It's usually not supposed to be because Darkmoon is a supreme pack and it's not supposed to be under attack,It's happening in the realm of Ninth Alpha who rule with bloodshed and the moon goddesses brought curse upon our land" Elena replied.

"Whatever Marcus believes he's secured by consolidating those households into a shield, he's forgotten one crucial detail in his calculation." "What's that," Ronan asked. "He's forgotten that I know this keep considerably better than he ever managed to learn it in four months of stolen occupation," Elena said, something hard and certain settling into her voice. "Whatever advantage that consolidation was meant to buy him, I intend to make certain it costs him considerably more than he anticipated."

Elion didn't disappoint. Quickly seeing the opportunity opened for her, Elion changed her attack, putting all her effort into striking Elena when she dodged. Elena noticed her change in breath, which alerted her to the move Elion was about to make. Immediately, Elena changed tides as well. Just as Elion sought to strike her, Elena allowed it, giving Elion a false sense of victory before changing her position at the last minute. She struck Elion at her side, causing her to fall heavily to the ground. Elena then placed the tip of her sword at Elion's throat, a smirk lighting up her face.