Sofia The First With Elena Of Avalor Novels & Stories

“Let him go.” Elena stepped forward—vial in hand. “One drop. The strain activates. Targeted. Precise. You can’t stop it now.” I moved—slow—hands open. “Elena. Sofia wouldn’t want this.” Her eyes flickered—something breaking behind them. “She’s dead because of them. Because of you.” “No,” I whispered—closer now. “She’s dead because of the blood. The same blood in you. Don’t let it win.”

Tessa as Elena – POV It was a quiet Friday evening. I sat in front of Elena’s vanity, scrolling through red carpet videos on her tablet, trying to study her poses, her expressions and her aura. It was Elena’s first public outing since the accident. And I was still trapped in her body. There could be no mistakes. I had to walk beside her fiancé, wear her shoes and make the world believe Elena Scarlet was back. My phone buzzed, breaking my train of thought.

Aurelio stood among the restless crowd, his gaze fixed on the figure holding a gun. He couldn't believe that Sofia, the woman he had once deeply loved and now hated, was a federal agent. Elena was the first to recover from the shock. She said sharply, "An agent? What a performance! Did you sleep with Aurelio for two years just to complete your mission? Is that how your agency works, using your body to get what you want?" She wanted to humiliate Sofia, but despite the uneasy glances among the guests, no one dared say a word in front of the armed agent. Aurelio's expression turned grim, yet his eyes stayed locked on Sofia. Elena shot her a resentful glare.

"My son lives? Truly lives? Not as a machine, but as a boy who can feel the rain?" "He will be the First of the New Era," the old man promised. "A King who knows the mud because he was saved by it." I looked at Elena. I didn't hate her in that moment. I felt sorry for her. She had spent a lifetime building a tower of glass, and she didn't realize that glass always breaks. "Do it," I said. But as the First Sovereign reached out to begin the merge, Elena’s face twisted into something monstrous. She didn't accept the sacrifice. She pulled a hidden "Siphon-Dagger" from her sleeve—a weapon made of "Anti-Matter" that was designed to kill a Sovereign.

His expression did the thing past the named one, past everything catalogued, into the territory that still had no name and was the better for it. "Sofia," he said. "Yes." "She's going to be more powerful than both of us," he said. I stared at him. "Elara's assessment," he said. "The witch line combined with the wolf heritage and the —" he paused. "She is going to be —" "Don't," I said. "Magnificent," he said. "Draco —" "And extraordinary," he said. "Entry sixty-nine, subheading A," I said. "Sofia —"

The entitlement rushes back in, toxic and hot. "You think you can banish me?" she whispers. "You think you can exile me from my own kingdom?" "It isn't your kingdom anymore, Sofia." "It is my blood!" she shrieks. "It is my birthright!" She raises the gun again. She steadies her grip with her other hand. "I am a Greco," she spits. "I do not run from servants." "She's made her choice," Aureliano says. His voice is cold. Final. "Drop her."

The head in the video laughs loudly and says, “The love of the Moreno family is always suicidal. Now decide, Lucas—will you save Sofia, or will that bio-bomb little Sofia explode in your arms?” I run toward little Sofia’s room, but before I reach the door, I see that little Sofia’s eyes have turned completely red. In a mechanical tone she begins to speak, “Target identified. Sofia Moreno… destruction sequence initiated. 10… 9… 8…”

"The Silver Bane is a fine lineage, but it is stagnant. You need the Blight to truly become gods. And you, Elias... you were my greatest success. Did you really think you escaped me?" Rhea froze. She turned to Elias, who was standing as still as a statue, his face a mask of horror. "Elias?" she whispered. "I... I was the first," Elias said, his voice trembling. "Before I was a rogue... I was a subject. He didn't just find me, Rhea. He made me." The Alchemist smiled, a thin, cruel line. "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."

I had not known faces could do that. "Well — well, it's obvious," she said finally. Her voice climbed back into the safer register. "The Queen isn't even Prince Adrian's mother, you know. Selene. She's his stepmother. They hate each other. Of course she'd jump at the chance to push some — some random Alpha daughter on him. The lower the better. The more wolfless the better." Cecilia made a small approving noise. "And the Prince," Vivienne went on, "Adrian is cold and cruel. He will eat you alive, Elena. "

Sofia was small and dark-haired, with the particular watchfulness of someone who had spent years making herself difficult to notice. She wore a canvas jacket and no jewelry and she stood in the doorway with her hands loose at her sides and looked at Elena with eyes that were — undeniably, unmistakably their grandfather’s eyes. Thirty-one percent familial match. The science of it was cold. What Elena felt looking at this girl was not cold at all. “Hi,” Sofia said. Her voice was lower than Elena expected, steadier. A woman who was frightened and had decided not to look at it. “Hi,” Elena said.