Novel & Cerita Is Elena In Legacies

Lorenzo tried to hold her back, but she gently bypassed his grip. As she stood, something extraordinary occurred. The gaping, bloody hole in her chest began to glow with a brilliant, luminous silver radiance. The flowing blood stopped instantly, reversing its trajectory, flowing backward into her body as the shredded fabric of her white dress sewed itself together with threads of pure light. The skin knitted back together seamlessly, leaving behind only the glowing, seven-pointed mark of the Guardian line. Lorenzo stared in utter shock. "How...?" Elena looked down at her unblemished chest, her silver eyes burning with quiet, divine authority. "Because I am not completely human, Father. I am

They are part of the royalty. Elena is the daughter of the late Princess Serena, King Saxon's sister. She will soon leave the throne to his successor Prince Maxon. Elena is part of the Coven White Magic, they are witches who practice white magic, but they are powerful. Some practice black magic, but it is forbidden because it always comes with consequences when you cast that kind of spell. "Aly dear welcome, I couldn't believe it when Elena told me you were coming," said Aunt Martha. "I'm glad to be here, aunt," I said, smiling.

“‘I got cast in a reality show and I’m about to become famous’ big?” Mica wiggled her brows. [“Bigger.”] Cassie leaned even closer. [“Like, ‘found a sugar daddy’ big?”] Mica burst out laughing. [“No, you idiot!”] Gladz rolled her eyes. [“Then what? Just give us a hint or something.”] Mica only grinned, tight-lipped and smug. The three of us exchanged glances, silently reaching the same conclusion. [“Well, damn. Now we have to come,”] Cassie muttered, shaking her head. [“See you in an hour! We’ll pick you up, Eliana babe! Go get ready!”]

“You should know better, my creation.” Elena flinched. The word hit her harder than any blow could. Creation. Not woman. Not partner. Not human. Alexander moved, stepping in front of her fully now. “You touch her, and I swear” Hale chuckled. “You still think this is about her body, Knight. You never understood what she really is. Elena is the future mine. The culmination of years of work.” He spread his arms slightly. “Project Rebirth wasn’t just an experiment. It was my legacy. And she stole it when she ran.”

Two people who never wanted more than to raise their child on their small farm, watch him grow to run around the fields, and watch him get tall and strong, their own child. They didn’t get the chance to do that. And it hurts me that now I carry a legacy from the King who caused their deaths. “It’s not Ashryn’s fault, Cain.” Adelaide’s voice is soft and she isn’t bothered to let me know she can hear my thoughts, and then she tells me of the memory she viewed. One that had a silver-haired woman stealing some fire from the Lycan’s flame as her queen fused with it. Her name was Elara, is still Elara, and she’s been a stupid cunt for thinking she can ruin my life and get away with it.

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,”

“I have to fix this. I have to fix it.” She rushed toward the door, her movements frantic. Kiara rushed to stop her, but before she could, Lucius stepped forward and grabbed her arm, holding her back. “Elena,” Lucius said firmly, his voice calm but filled with an unspoken weight. “You’ve regained your memory now. You’re not just Elena anymore. You’re Esther, the prophetess. You’re more powerful than you know.” Elena’s eyes flashed, her anger flaring. “I don’t care about that right now!” she snapped. “I killed Leon! The last fucking witch! Do you know what this means?”

“Who are you?” He approached her again, bending down by the bed side. “How did you get this ring?” he showed her the blue ring pendant as her necklace. He asked her in a delicate tone. Elena giggled. “It was my mom’s.” The man stared at her. “Is your mom Jane Dovey?” Elena chuckled again, wiping her eyelids. “Helen Rouge. I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. I am tired and wanna sleep.” Emir again, sighed and stooped up. His face changed a bit paler in his skin tone. He bit his lips, watching her sleep on the bed and turning around to leave the room.

She heard Lina say, joy written all over her words. "I...I would rather not, it would...just be a waste of time for me..." Elena replied sadly after sitting up from her bed, aside from the gift of the Night-fang pack, never had she had any luck with ...well, luck. From the death of her father to facing trauma from Elijah and Malia, to carrying on the legacy with Marcus who was way worse, now she's carrying his baby and is living in a clan that wasn't even hers initially. What hope of a mate does she even have?

How could one come from them? Then, of course, she had to consider her mother’s family, the house of the Baron of Lagos, which wasn’t any different. Except, of course, that Viviana Lagrave wasn’t the daughter of the wife but a child who was legitimated only in her later years, not long before she became a Valverde. This was something no one in the house talked about, and Elena had never been close enough to her mother to ask. Who was her other grandmother? In the end, Elena got up from bed and grabbed a shawl that Laila had left folded on her night table. What if she didn’t know where the kitchen was? She could still take a walk.