Heroes Of Olympus Ella Novels & Stories

"Crescent Moon has its future! Kyle Torres will lead us into the next generation. He will…" I stopped listening. Because I'd found Ella. She stood at the edge of the ceremony circle, pressed between two larger wolves. Her face was pale. Her hands clutched together nervously. But her eyes were locked on mine. The bond surged. Recognition. Pride. Love. She looked beautiful. She wore a deep blue dress that hugged her curves. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Simple but elegant. Perfect. Marcus was still talking. Something about strength and tradition and the future of the pack.

He really remembers nothing but the ritual that took place before he went to the forest. The girl in red look at her full of disbelief. "You want a glimpse?" Its a hesitant question. Hestia think that this girl is bipolar. Its mood is changeable. The girl in red cross her arm before elegantly sitting. "First of all obviously I don't remember. I'm Ella and I ..." She waited for her next dialogue. The duration, on the other hand. "Am your enemy bitch." This girl is so Fvck up! Hestia let it be seen in her expression that she was no longer happy with it. But Ella just doesn’t seem to have it.

FIVE YEARS LATER ATHENA 'S POV Ella sat on the table infront of me .she was in her shorts and crop top .she was going out by the way she was dressed .she had gained a lot of weight in the passed years "And where are you going all dressed up .?" I asked "I am going out and you are coming with me " "Nop...I am busy " I honestly hated going out because it reminded me of memories of Rosie and mark " Oh come on Athena, you just turned 16.there is no need to act like your over 40, always concentrating of the heists.."Ella wouldn't stop bugging me,she had been pressuring me to go out .

Now, he had nothing more he could do and he turned back to return while Bardie, who was burning up with anger threw her book at Elin, “Bit*h! How dare you lie through your teeth. In the bathroom you just said that you were imitating Rosy to get Shan's attention" Elin grabbed it by rising her arm and tilted her head and acted all innocent, “Did I? But what evidence do you have?”. “My friends are the evidence, they heard it, too" she shouted loud and loud enough to yank everyone attention. Elin nodded and looked at Shan, who was about to move back to his seat but he stopped as Bardie started to get justice for him. “Then how many friends were there and who can come and tell the truth in front

In one moment, Ella was engaged in conversation with Florence, and in the next, she was approaching the trio with a slim file nestled between her crossed arms. Ella's gaze held a certain shrewdness whenever it landed on Olivia, as if she disapproved of something about her. At times, Olivia brushed it off without much concern, but there were moments when she couldn't help but wonder about the reason behind Ella's subtle disapproval. Ella possessed an effortless beauty that was hard to ignore. Her dark eyes were shielded by black-framed cat-eyed glasses, and her straight, brown hair flowed down her back, cleverly concealing her slightly larger ears. With a waist size comparable to Paige's, Ell

I stopped talking when she gasped out in shock. "A duel?" She asks nervously. "You want the two of us to duel? But that wouldn't be fair. I mean, look at you. You're a man. You're bigger..." "Wait. What?–" I chuckle. "No! Of course not. Not both of us." I quickly say to assure her. I beckoned for Ella to move closer then... "Meet Ella, she was an Omega at my Uncle's pack before she became one of my warriors. If you come close to beating her without breaking a sweat then you're in."

Her tears tore through her, and she took another long pause. While my thoughts finally aligned and my question answered, Ella was the Alpha’s daughter.

A woman stepped onto the tarmac, her golden-blonde hair whipping in the wind, her eyes shielded by oversized Chanel sunglasses. "Mama! Is this where the bad king lives?" A small boy, barely four years old but with a sharp, familiar jawline, tugged at her trench coat. Beside him, a little girl with a matching face gripped a stuffed rabbit. Elara—now known to the world as Ella V., the Empress of Scents—looked at the skyline of the city that had broken her. "Yes, Leo," she said, her voice like velvet and steel. "But the king doesn't matter anymore. We're here to take his crown."

This time, he was determined not to let anyone mess it up—not their parents, their families, their friends—no one. As Rome’s hands ran down her body, Ella surrendered to his kiss. She was no longer a girl locked away in a dark attic. She had walked out of a tomb, reborn and ready to fight for the man she loved.

Since everyone had introduced themselves to one another, Helena knew the names of Ella and the rest. Ella had a petite figure and had a pair of bright beautiful eyes. She gave others a very friendly feeling. “Haha… Why do you need to thank me? I happened to see what went down, so I have to tell you!” Ella laughed and continued, “Let’s go. Sounds like people are fighting up ahead. Let’s go and have a look if they’re your younger sisters!”