Elsa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Oh really? Great. Then maybe she can tell us what the reason is!” But before Piper could gather a single word, Lyla stepped between them. “It’s fine, Elsa,” she said softly, placing a hand on Elsa’s arm. “I’ll get you another one.” Elsa stared at Lyla, then at Piper again. Her chest heaved with anger. She looked like she wanted to rip Piper apart verbally, but suddenly her eyes shifted to someone across the cafeteria. In that fleeting moment, she froze. And then Elsa hissed softly under her breath, biting her tongue hard enough to make her jaw twitch. She jerked her arm out of Lyla’s grasp and stormed out through the cafeteria doors, shoving them open with more force than necessary.

Every one pointing, toward the destination: the cathedral platform. Isla lies asleep in her bed wrapped around the plush bodega cat, her thumb, in her mouth like a typical five-year-old. Except the gold coursing through her veins is shining brilliantly than I have ever witnessed. Elena keeps her gaze down as we come in. Her tone is soft, chillingly composed. “It communicated with her during her dream " she explains. "It said if she goes willingly no one else will have to suffer.” Rosa’s knuckles turn pale as she grips the machete handles.

Lyra’s eyes peeked over the top of the sheet, and she gave a hesitant wave. “Hello, Thaddeus.” “Your Highness,” Thaddeus turned to Elias, “you know better than this.” “I know,” Elias sighed. “We weren’t—well, we almost weren’t doing anything. It was just—a little… kissing. Somewhat clothed kissing.” “You want to send her back to her world tainted?” Thaddeus raised a bushy brow, turning the room into a confessional booth. Before Elias could respond, Lyra sat up straighter, clutching the sheet defiantly.

ELSA I glanced at the clock on the wall, anxiously waiting for Jason’s return. It was past 4pm and he was yet to be back. I needed to break this good news to him because he deserved to know, even if he had been acting weird lately after letting his ex, Vivian live with us with claims of being stranded. The tales didn't add up on her arrival but I just decided to let her be for Jason's sake but it seemed like she had vowed not to let me live peacefully in my matrimonial home as she always stirred a ruckus at any given opportunity.

"Oh no, why not?" "Because I'm married to the lycan king and can't be seen frolicking with another man, no matter how good it sounds. I'm not Ursula. Besides, for all we know this guy doesn't even like Mr that much and is just a womanizer." I said, and Elsa closed my hands with hers. "So how do you intend to find out if he likes you." "That's why I'm joining the Conbraids, I have it all planned out." I smiled. Elsa laughed. It was just two women plotting.

" I am not Bella. My name is Elisa Maria, you've got the wrong person. " " No, I still remember your face. Your face has always been in my..." He paused, he just realized himself. " Of course you aren't Bella. " It was so alarming and obvious too that his voice was a typical explanation of terror and death. " No one must know. " He grabbed her close, gently bending her head to one side. He leaned his face to her bare neck, Elisa struggled and struggled but he won't let go. He sniffed in hard, exhaling satisfied at the sweet odour of her blood. He licked the surface of her bare skin, opening his teeth wide to grab a part of her neck.

It would be difficult for me and me to have a relationship in that case. Elsie is an aspiring Luna, just like me, who will be the Alpha to replace her father. Just as I have to stay and settle in this territory, so does Elsie. Since her position is my companion, it doesn't make sense for me to be here while she is there. I'm not asking her to sacrifice her dreams. I admit that my words yesterday were a bit outrageous. But I didn't mean to look down on her, belittle her efforts, or think that her choice to pursue her dreams wasn't necessary.

“Who knew all I needed was this flimsy notebook to finally kickstart my plans?” Raphael Hummed as she pulled Elsida’s journal from beneath a pillow. Elsida inhales sharply and stark panic courses through her bones from the site of the brown journal. “Raphael Please I beg you,” she sobs as tears trail down her cheekbones. If she could stop him from reading that journal, if he hadn't already, then the likelihood of making it out of here alive would be greater.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess of uncertainty and fear. “But I will,” Elsa’s voice softened, easing the tension in my chest. I had forgotten to breathe. Her words were a small comfort amidst the chaos. “Thank you, Elsa. Don't leave me, please.” I said, my fear evident in my cracked voice. What we had was extraordinary. She was my everything now. I had lived a long, loveless life. In that matter, we were similar. No wonder the moon goddess paired us up - to be each other's strength and support.

Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod. “Ellaine? Do you hear me?” Caeruleus waved his hand in front of her face. “Ellaine?” “Yes? I’m sorry, what did you say?” She looked away at the two and focused with Finrod. “I smell something here.” Margarette sniffed the air at Ellaine’s direction, “Jealousy..?” She sniffed closer. “Ellaine? You smell jealous.” She smiled teasingly. Caeruleus laughed hard. “Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?”