Elsa Died Novels & Stories

“Do you know who Elsa is?” Something in her posture shifted. A tightening. “If you mean Elsa Valencia,” she said quietly, “she was Mr Howard’s first wife.” The words struck like cold water. “Was?” “She died. Eight years ago.” A hollow sensation opened in my chest. How? I swallowed. “What happened?” The servant looked past me for a moment, as though the memory required distance. “She was… light,” she said, her voice thinning. “Kind. Too kind for this world.” Her hands clasped together in front of her apron. “A young man drove too fast one night. Drunk on entitlement. Hit her and left her there.”

Elisa can't be dead; it can't be. “Elisa, please wake up,” I pleaded with fear, but she was lifeless. Moving my gaze around, I saw a broken vase on the floor, which had the stain of Elisa's blood on it. “What happened?” I whispered in fear, wondering who must have done this and why. “Elisa,” I shook her again, but there was no response from her; she was already dead. I heard footsteps approaching, and I looked at the door in shock; it was Alpha Edward with Aunt Ana and Father.

Not in handcuffs. Just... waiting. Evelyn stopped a few feet away. “I thought you were dead,” she said. Elara gave a small, clinical smile. “That was the idea.” “You let me think that? Let me believe my mother died in some fire—?” “She did die,” Elara said, cutting her off. “Maris Cross died the night she chose you over the project. The night she tried to burn it all down.” Evelyn’s fists clenched. “She was trying to save me.”

"So, what happened to Elsa? Did she die in the war?" Jax and Andrea shared a knowing look, their expressions solemn. "We thought she did," Andrea said. "But we recently found out that it was all a ploy to end the war." Tyler's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked. Jax took a deep breath, his voice quiet. "Elsa's pack had framed her death to make us think she was dead. But in reality, she's been alive all these years, living with her dad's pack."

She frowned at the thought of Alpha Arthur kidnapping her again and swore to really give him a piece of her mind if he took Eleanor forcefully again. “Some really bad news came in this morning. It seems Alpha Arthur is dead…It is a secret for now but his cousin and some of the elders by his side would be forcing the truth out sooner than we expect. I guess the witch’s curse really happened.” Her dad said with a sad tone. Elisa froze. “What? dead? Then what about Eleanor? What will happen to her…to their mate bond...”? Her dad shrugged, sadly. “I’m sorry Elisa but I really don’t know what will happen to your friend now. You just hope they find her safe first.”

“Because this is what the pack thinks.” Elisa clenched her jaw. She hated how right Annie always was. Melisa set the tea down beside her. “You okay?” Elisa nodded. “I’ll be fine.” Silence settled over them. Then— Melisa spoke. “I have a question.” Elisa sighed. “Go ahead.” Melisa’s gaze locked onto her. “Are you sure Kara is dead?” Silence. Elisa’s grip tightened on the cup. “Yes,” she said after a moment. Melisa didn’t blink. “And she was your sister?”

My lips parted, fighting to take in air as my heart clutched in my chest. ‘What’s happening, Elisa?’ I managed to speak. ‘We are dying, Eira. Our power is fading away.’ ‘But he isn’t waking up.’ ‘I don’t think he will. We are not strong enough to give him life. We have to stop now.’ ‘No….no, we can’t. I can’t let him die. There is so much at stake if anything happens to him.’ ‘Eira, I can't hold on anymore. You have to let go of him.’

“Don’t cry, please.” “I should have said it long ago,” Eve whispered between shaky breaths. “But I was scared… scared someone would see me, would hurt me. Especially after Daze… after he…” The words hit a wall inside her, and she broke again. “I miss him so much.” I saw the guilt in Elsa’s eyes. She looked at me, asking silently if she could tell me. I nodded. She deserved the truth. Elsa leaned close to Eve and whispered, “Calm down. Daze isn’t dead.”

Elena exhaled. Theo looked at her. “He’s dead,” he said. Nia checked her phone. “Obituary filed yesterday. Lagos. Cause: liver failure.” Amara crossed her arms. “He waited until the end to confess.” Kai strummed a chord. “He knew we’d find it.” Elena looked at the drive. Then at her children. “It’s over,” she said. They nodded. They hugged her. They cried. They laughed. They lived. Elena sat on the veranda that night.

"She's dead. Found in her cell this morning. The official cause is suicide, but no one's buying it." I paused my pen, not surprised at all. In my last life, Isla had died the same way. Silenced by Derek, the one she worked for. Her usefulness had run out. It seems some things are destined to happen. "I see," I said calmly. "Anything else?" Just then, my phone rang. The caller ID read: Damien. I answered. "What is it?" "Elara..." His voice was strange, laced with a sick excitement. "I figured it out."