Vampire Diaries Elena Death Novels & Stories

gone. Yes, I had killed my father and taken his power but he left me no choice. That reminded me of why I did all of this and I spun around, my eyes flitting wildly amongst the pile of bodies in the hallway. Looking for Elena. I spotted her on the far side of the wall, blood running down her head and her left leg lay limp in a strange manner. When one of my father's men had carelessly flung Elena to the other side and caused her pain, he had just signed their death sentence.

He wanted to put a bullet in his own head. Dante rushed back to the Moretti Manor like a madman. He found Elena sitting on the genuine leather sofa—my favorite spot—laughing triumphantly into the phone: "Mom, the plan worked. That stupid woman went to the border to die. Everything the Moretti family owns, and that stupid man, belongs to me now..." Dante charged at her, his eyes bloodshot, and gripped her shoulder so hard he nearly crushed her bones. "Why! Why did you kill Sophia's mother!"

What's been eating at him since the moment Elena opened her eyes. "This doesn't seem right, Seraphina." His voice is low. Serious. "Elena died. You know she died. We both heard her take her last breath." Seraphina's hand stills on her glass. "We both saw the doctor make plans for a death certificate," Dante continues. "We both waited for about an hour while they tried everything. Shocked her heart. Pumped her chest. Nothing worked." The silence in the limousine is deafening. Seraphina gulps her whiskey slowly. Deliberately. Lets it burn through her throat like she's trying to use the pain to ground herself.

"I am confused. You said she had gone through transition and became a vampire. Does that mean she married a werewolf, the alpha you are talking about?" "No. She married a vampire and had a child with him which is Elizabeth. The werewolf died in the hands of Elena's enemies. Elena thought that no matter how strong she was as an assassin, she can't defeat all the enemies at once, that's why she had herself bitten by a vampire so that he would be a stronger. Like you, she used her vampire abilities for vengeance."

"And her father's stubbornness, probably." Elena laughed, a weak, watery sound. "Probably." "What are you going to tell her? About him?" "The truth. That he loved her. That he wanted her. That he died protecting her." Kael was quiet for a moment. "Is that true?" "Yes." Elena met his eyes. "He died protecting us. So we could live." --- The hunters found them on the fifth day. There were five of them, vampires with red eyes and hungry smiles, their swords drawn, their bodies tense with anticipation. They had tracked Elena through the forest, evaded the Silver One's patrols, slipped past the guards at the gate.

“No. Listen to me, you can be a good Luna. And you will be. They don’t know you yet. But I do. You’re stronger than you think.” I wanted to believe her, but the words felt distant. She held me tightly again in a hug, stroking my back and whispering words of comfort as my tears began to soften into sobs, and within a few minutes I had totally stopped crying. For the first time in years I felt comfort from a person, and I was grateful to her for not treating me like the rest. “What… what happened to your last Luna?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Elena’s expression softened. “She died during an attack with vampires. She fought to protect the pack she cared for but was killed by them

“If I must die, I’ll die as myself, not as a puppet bound to a cursed bond.” “Don’t talk like that.” Kael’s voice was small. “There must be another way.” I could feel Kael’s weariness. The bond wore him down too. Maybe death would be a mercy for both of us. The thought scared and steadied me. “Sir,” Garvin said, his tone low. “There’s more about Elena.” I looked at him. He looked reluctant. “The way she was killed — precise. Clean. This wasn’t passion or some rogue. This was an execution.”

Bile rose up in throat so fast, I almost hurl over. The memories of that night make their way up with vengeance and fill me with anger and sadness at the same time. “Just stick to the plan, Xavier.” “But-“ My door was flung open with a slam, and Elena faces me with tears in her eyes. Her body is shaking, and her usually perfect hair is in strands, matted across her forehead. “Thalia is dead!”

He was murdered on December 1st, 2013. All this time, starting one year ago, Elena had been dreaming of a dead man. Her shoulders sunk, as did her spirit, she was devastated and a certain aura of emptiness immediately enveloped her heart. Her soulmate was dead, he had died the same day she had mysteriously gotten healed and realized her abilities. With her head deeply buried in her pillow, Elena cried the tears of death.

( Caroline asked, handing a glass of wine over to Elena) Well, as you can see,... things aren't moving the way it's supposed to....( Elena said collecting the glass of wine) Really, what about Hudson, how is he doing... (Caroline asked with a look of concern) Hudson is dead, he died 6 years ago.... Elena said sadly Oh my goodness, I'm.... Soo sorry Lena, what happened.?..(Caroline asked with shock)