Marvel Comics Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

“Aurora, again.” We do this a few more times until he is gagging and spluttering and begs her to stop. I give Aurora the nod. She stops and moves away; his head hangs forward. “Ready to talk now, you piece of shit?” “It was Yelena, she has a connection to you is all that I know.” “And your connection to her? Why did she choose you?. I hand picked you, you were like I said one of my best and most loyal detail. Fuck, Andrewkov you even took a bullet for me many years ago on the street. Your shoulder was never the same afterward.”

They simply opened fire with their plasma-rifles. ​"COVER!" Kael roared, his obsidian-gauntlets expanding to form a biological shield. ​Elena didn't hide. she was a silver-and-black blur, her blades carving through the air as she deflected the plasma rounds. She moved with a speed that the Liquidators couldn't track, the "Ash-Born" grace that Leo had gifted them. ​"HARLAN! THE BEACON!" Elena screamed.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I continued, "The Sterling family? It has never been my goal, nor my ambition. Compared to what I truly seek, the Sterling surname is nothing. "Each time I was reborn, I mastered a new skill—medicine, martial arts, hacking, wealth, and so on. Your so-called 'plot knowledge'? It's utterly worthless to me." Yelena's gaze drifted to the ceiling, and she let out a bitter laugh. "So that's it… that's the truth… I really was just a joke…" Her chest spasmed violently for a moment, then stilled. Her eyes never closed. She died with them wide open.

I must be asleep for too long that they were able to transfer me from the helicopter to the plane. I snapped back my attention to the guy, "What's your name?" I asked the first question that popped in my mind, being able to let go of the building tensions. "I'm An--" A chuckle escaped from the guy. "No need for proper introductions but as you initiated. I am Yulian." He scratched his chin, looking for my reactions, his thick accent indicated Russian descent. "And you, milady is going to be Mi Eliza, my wife."

Elena simply looked down at Hera’s body whom they still haven’t noticed, thinking hard how she could prove her identity without her suffering the same fate the other warriors had been subjected to. However, her thought had been interrupted when a cold whip coiled around her waist. Confused, she looked up and found herself facing an angry Yara. Her well-tied hair was ruffled and burnt. There were reddish blotches all over her skin, but aside from her swollen lips and bleeding elbow, she appeared to be pretty well-kept.

“Your job is simple, you are to give the Alpha an heir...” she said, looking the slave in the eye. “And if I can't?” She asked, looking down at her feet. “What happens then?” “You die...” ******************** In a world where a woman's value is only played by her ability to give a child, Serena is tested in a way like no other. Either you can give the Alpha an heir, or you die. But when he turns out to be her mate... the whole game changes.

“Tell them." Marcus shook his head. “Tell them who I am." She beckoned in a commanding tone. “No." Marcus replied again. “Tell them." The observatory seemed to hold its breath and Marcus looked at Elena. Then at the wounded Evelyn. Then at the standing one and finally whispered: "She’s not Evelyn Mercer." Silence. The standing woman smiled. Marcus's next words shattered everything. "She’s the woman who created Helios." Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Then the standing woman slowly began to clap. Once. Twice. Three times. Her eyes never left Elena and then she said the one sentence that made even Victoria look afraid:

“Hasn’t been since my father stopped breathing. And it sure as fuck isn’t yours to walk into and run your mouth.” She crosses her arms, robe slipping lower. “She’s a liability. Look at her. She’s got blood all over that dress, thinking she’s some hero. She’s going to get us all killed with her little savior complex.” Elena finally looks up, voice calm but edged. “I just stitched up three of your late husband’s men while you were hiding behind champagne. If that’s a savior complex, I’ll take it over whatever the fuck you call sitting pretty and doing nothing.”

One of the men was still there, with his back turned, smoking. And then she entered. Yelena. Mask already removed. Gloves in her pockets. Her hair pulled into a tight bun. Her face clean and serene, but with the eyes of someone who no longer recognized limits. “You can go,” she said to the man. He didn’t argue. He simply nodded and disappeared through the side door. Jenn struggled to understand what was happening, her eyes wide with fear. “Finally awake,” Yelena said, approaching calmly. “I like to look into people’s eyes before the end.”