Marvel Comics Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

A voice said from across the compound. The speaker, he recognised as Dr. Elena Kozlov, though she looked younger than the photographs suggested. "Come out peacefully, and we'll leave your pack unharmed," she continued. "Resist, and we'll be forced to use more... permanent solutions." Venom stepped into the courtyard, still in partial wolf form, his eyes glowing with predatory intent. "Elena Kozlov, I presume." "Doctor Kozlov. And you're even more impressive in person. The genetic modifications we could achieve with your unique physiology... the possibilities are endless."

"I am the Obsidian Circle. I am the source." "And I," a new voice spoke a voice that sounded like thunder and whispers, like a thousand servers and a single, human heart, "am the Architecture of the new world." The elevator doors at the edge of the helipad exploded outward. Elena stepped out. But she wasn't the fragile ghost from the boat. She was something else entirely. She was encased in a suit of raw, solidified data a shimmering armor of violet light that looked like it had been forged in the heart of a star. Her eyes were no longer just glowing; they were twin novas of pure information.

"Ty, now is not the time to be angry. Since it's a spirit-inflicted injury, her body must be stained with ghostly energy too. Moreover, the nurse mentioned that the skin around her wounds is turning black." Tyler suppressed his anger and asked coldly, "So what should we do now?" Axel said, "The doctor might not be able to deal with ghostly energy…" "Uncle Ben is the only person skilled in removing ghostly energy but he is dead!" said Tyler through his clenched teeth. "Uh… I've heard Lia mention someone with abilities similar to Uncle Ben," said Isaac. Tyler and Axel looked at him abruptly. "Who is that?" Isaac said, "It seems her name is Yelena? I believe Liora has her number on her phone."

"Don't hate him too much, Evelyn. He was a child when they took him. He was raised to be a lie. I know he may have been cruel because he was thought by those stupid Americans to be so. Give him a chance to find out who Yamelyan and maybe you can find out who the woman behind the Chairperson is, too." I wrapped the towel around me, feeling the coarse fabric against my skin. "I’m not sure I want to know her. She’s currently hiding in a slum in Murmansk." "She’s currently the only woman who can make a Vor’s son look like a kicked dog," Lenochka winked. "That’s a power worth keeping." We walked back to the apartment, our shoulders brushing, the tension between us replaced by a fragile, humid bon

Yelena shouted. Yelena really wanted to take Bethany with her in her final moment. Then, she thought better of it. If she took Bethany, they would still fight over Shane even in death. “Bethany, why would they be willing to die for you? What’s so special about you that I don’t have?” Yelena closed her eyes and raised her hand to strike Bethany. At that moment, the sniper fired. A bullet hit Yelena in the forehead. The knife fell from her hand.

"Fight it! Don't let her win! I know you can do this!" Elena's eyes snapped open, blazing with silver-blue light. "I am Elena. I am the White Wolf. I am the Ancient Alpha. And I will not surrender." The light exploded outward, consuming the shadows. Elara screamed, her form flickering as the light seared through her defenses. "NO!" she shrieked, her voice distorted with rage. "This is not over! I will return! I will destroy everything you love!" But her voice faded, swallowed by the light.

“Legacies require successors.” Elena’s eyes sharpened. “Who are you?” The woman lowered her hood. Not Victor. Not a stranger either. Elena recognized her from old Kingsley galas. Dr. Selene Marrow. Behavioral strategist. Psychological architect. Officially deceased three years ago. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Adrian muttered through comms. Selene smiled faintly. “Death is often administrative.” --- Ethan ran toward Elena as Selene released him without resistance. Elena pulled him close, checking for injuries.

Patterson said over a loudspeaker. Elena returned to humanity, naked before military forces and news cameras, because survival was more important. "My name is Elena Volkov," she said. We don't threaten anyone. We're trying to stop Dmitri Volkov's war designed to force this confrontation." “You have two minutes left,” Patterson said. Elena answered a strange number on instinct despite the timing. Dmitri spoke clearly and happily. Hello, daughter. I'm watching your performance, but I've detonated bombs in Boston, Miami, and Portland while you negotiate. They'll detonate in five minutes unless Patterson withdraws his forces."

Daniel shouted, stepping in. Whispers exploded around us. “Oh moon!” “He’s an alpha!” “No wonder he’s so strong!” “He’s so handsome!” “Look at his arms... goddess!” Phones came out. Yelena snapped. “Put the fucking phones down! Nobody records this!” They obeyed instantly. I should’ve smirked. I didn’t. I was too close to losing control. Suddenly, Yelena’s hand grabbed my arm, her touch was soft but charged. Her fangs slid out, her eyes turning golden, her wolf rising.

“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”