Marvel Comics Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

"She tried. You didn’t care enough to hear it." Ava didn’t stop. "You want to know the funniest part? She didn’t even need your life. She was Elena Valenti. She had guards, cars, money, a father who could buy your airline if he got bored. But she gave all of it up to stand behind you." Julian gripped the phone until his knuckles went white. "I didn’t know." "Because you never asked." Ava’s voice dropped. "You loved having a woman who waited, cooked, packed, forgave, and never made you feel small. You didn’t love her. You loved the service."

"So, who was in my penthouse, Marcus?" "Layla has a twin," Marcus said, swiping the screen to show a grainy DMV photo. "Elena Vance. She’s a freelance graphic designer. No criminal record, no debt to Silas Vane, and almost zero digital footprint. She doesn't attend galas. She doesn't do 'lifestyles of the rich and famous.' She lives in a studio apartment in the East Side." Julian leaned over the desk, his eyes fixated on the photo. It was a sterile, poorly lit shot, but the eyes were unmistakable. They were the same wide, expressive eyes that had looked at him with such raw honesty through the silver filigree.

I asked as I knew that I was already awakened as a vaewolf and her question didn’t make any sense to me right now. “Yes, you’re awakened, and Hayden did her part in unlocking what Isabella locked inside, but being a full-fledged pledge vaewolf, your human side will be gone. But rest assured that your human experiences will be there; you’re just going to be one with your vaewolf side.” Yuna explained what she was trying to tell me. “So, I would heal easily, my strength and powers…” With careful thought, I started guessing, but Yuna interjected my mumbling.

“And do you know what’s even more better?” Elara leaned closer and whispered dramatically, “What?” “Some of your neighbors are celebrities and actors.” Elara gasped. “Really? Does that mean I can see… Elsa?” Dr. Halvosen blinked. “Elsa?” Aurora smiled faintly. “She means the lady that did the voice over of the character, Elsa.” “Oh,” he laughed. “I don’t know about Elsa. But I can tell you for a fact that maybe Ryan Vale lives in this apartment.”

The mist from the amethyst formed a protective circle around me – I was electric panic, reaching for my sword, but I could not see through the amethyst as suddenly, it took the shape of a woman – A Valkyrie. "Don't let your foul hands sully my girlfriend!" came a familiar voice, as close as my own heart, as Yolanda, somehow from the grave of death, had risen. She was seven feet tall, with wings and a horned helmet and battle dress, spear on her hands as she stabbed Eleleth through the heart. "For the honor of Freida!" Yolanda – was I mad? – cried, rending Eleleth open to bleed albino butterflies. He smelled of mold and mildew.

"They died when I was young." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. They're with the moon now." --- Lena was quiet for a moment. "Tell me about Elena." Kael's heart lurched. "What do you want to know?" "Everything. Who she was. Why she gave me away. Why she trusted you." Kael took a breath. "Elena was a vampire. Young, brave, determined to protect you. She came to my pack seeking shelter, seeking allies." "And you helped her?"

His dark eyes searched mine, full of an intense, possessive curiosity. "First a fortress, then a secret fuel stash, and now magic food?" Caleb’s deep voice dropped to a gravelly, dangerous whisper, his breath brushing against my ear. "Who the hell are you, Elena?" I tilted my chin up, staring right back into his eyes with a smirk. "I'm the girl who is going to rule this frozen world, Caleb. And you're lucky you're on my side." Before he could answer, a massive BOOM shook the entire villa.

She finally sighed and picked up the call, after it rang for several minutes. "Hello, Maya." "You're really doing this? Like, right now?" Maya blurted as soon as she heard her voice. Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a sleek knot, lips painted deep crimson to hide how dry her mouth felt. "I have to." She replied after a while of silence. "This isn't some dive bar sting operation, El. These people are ghosts. Billionaires who make people disappear for fun. If they figure out you're a journalist...

He was the law of the North - ruthless, unyielding, and entirely ice. Clinging to his right arm was Lady Anya, an Alpha heiress from the eastern border packs. She wore an emerald gown and a smug, possessive smirk that told the room exactly what she expected - a crown, a ring, and a royal bloodline. I took a cautious step backward, trying to melt into the shadow of a giant marble pillar but before I could disappear, Kaelen stopped dead in the center of the ballroom floor. His head snapped up, those storm grey eyes usually dead to everything but military strategy widened in a sudden violent shock.

"And now, I’ve come to collect my property. Along with his new mate. Imagine the offspring, Rhea. A natural-born Alpha crossed with a Blight-King. We will rule the world from these shadows." From the woods, thousands of Blight-Wolves emerged, but they didn't attack. They knelt. They were waiting for a command. Rhea looked at the corruption of her sacred pool, the betrayal in Elias’s past, and the army at her gates. The 500,000-word journey had only just begun, and the "Tameless Heart" realized that to save her pack, she might have to become the very monster she had spent her life fighting. "Elias," Rhea said, her voice cold and hard as the mountain stone. "Are you his property?"