Novel & Cerita Elsa X Isabela

The woman he called as Ellisia, had this hardened expression after she heard Kyro's screaming. Her eyes glinted when she turn to look at my parents and back to me. She slowly walk up her way towards me. "Ellisia!" Kyro's voice is sending her warning but Ellisia was not even showing any sign of being afraid. "Why so protective? I won't do anything bad to her." She said in a hoarse and monotone voice. Slowly, her footsteps were getting closer and closer. Then, she stopped, in front of me. "Selena? Selena Hemsworth. Am I right?"

“ Puaaaaaahhhh ” Isabella spat rinsing her mouth for the third time . She wondered why she threw up in quick successions , her head literally felt heavy . She could not feel her taste buds also . Everything tasted bitter and even her perfume smelt awful . Untying her robe , she slips into a teal green pant trouser and white silk stylish shirt. She tuck in her shirts putting the pants in place . She grabbed her brown six inch block heels and brown bag . She removed her hair bonnet revealing her already styled hair . She already had her make-up done, she only re-applied her favourite red lipstick smacking both lips together to get her perfect look .

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

Something about her words sent a shiver down my spine. Another voice cut through the silence. “Who are you really?” one of the villagers asked, stepping forward. “We have housed you, cared for you. But we know you are not ordinary travelers.” Kael stiffened beside me, but I could feel his silent support. The question hung in the air, and for a moment, I hesitated. But then, I took a breath. No more hiding. No more running. “I am Elara, Luna Alpha.” A gasp rippled through the crowd. Then, one by one, they knelt.

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

Her gentle voice whispered in Elisa's mind. "Elisa, I know you're not okay, but can you try to be strong? Not for anyone else, but for Elijah? He needs you now." Elisa's thoughts swirled, but Isla's words resonated deep within her. She took a deep breath, wiping away tears. "You're right, Isla," Elisa whispered aloud. "I must be strong for Elijah, for the pack... for Father's legacy." Isla's presence enveloped Elisa, offering comfort and solace.

Xavier lamented. Elsa’s nostrils flared angrily, her scent spiking with jealousy. “She is not prettier than me. You only think that because she is the new school goddess. But when it comes to looks, I’m still number one.” Elsa ranted, then walked away quickly to avoid breaking down in front of him. The moment she left, Xavier rushed into the hostel, into his room, and threw himself on his bed with a frustrated growl. His wolf was infuriated, claws itching beneath his fingers.

I spat, my voice low and bitter. "And you know what his weakness is," Isabella said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. I frowned, confused for a moment. "What are you talking about?" She smiled faintly, her wolf purring with satisfaction. "Elara is clearly trying to draw his attention. For revenge, perhaps. And if she refuses the transplant..." I laughed humorlessly, shaking my head. "She wouldn’t dare." "Wouldn’t she?" Isabella’s tone was sharp as she raised an eyebrow.

Beside Marquez, the Whisperer stood calmly, their face displaying a mix of defiance and barely discernible remorse. As Isabella gazed at the face in front of her, so familiar yet warped by time and decisions, her heart raced. "Elena?" Isabella's voice was coloured with astonishment as she whispered. Xander immediately stepped forward to support her as her knees began to weaken. Elena calmly said, "Yes, it's me, Mother," in a voice that was a peculiar blend of the daughter they knew and the alien she had turned into. "Not the Elena you believe you know, though."

Others looked outright panicked. Ximena stood at the head of the long table, her chin lifted, her emerald blouse crisp beneath a tailored blazer. She was elegant under pressure. Across from her stood **Isabela Reyes**, cool and unshaken, dressed in muted navy. Her hands rested lightly on the folder in front of her. Camila’s locket shimmered around her neck. “Thank you all for your time,” Isabela began, her voice smooth. “I come before you not as an enemy—but as blood.”