Vampire Diaries Elena Death Novels & Stories

Broken. "You want to know the truth, sister? The whole, pathetic truth?" She pulled something from her bag — a box I recognized from Marcus's study, sealed with phoenix fire that flickered like a dying heartbeat. "Mother — Elena — told me everything before she died. Right before Marcus Blackstone ripped her throat out for trying to warn the Silver Moon Pack." The words hit like physical blows. Elena wasn't dying. She was dead. Had been dead. Was somehow here anyway. "That's not possible," Derek said, but his voice held doubt.

Had someone found me? ​Pushing aside the vines, that mysterious woman entered—Elena Valentine. In her hand was a blue vial. She sat before me with that same demonic smile. ​"Lucas isn't coming, Sophia. He fell into a mountain ravine while fighting Marcus and my men," Elena said calmly. Whether it was a lie or the truth, I didn't know. My world stood still. Lucas was dead? For me? ​"There’s still time," Elena dangled the vial before my eyes.

Seraphine asked her. Elara turned to Seraphine. "It wasn't a normal death, Seraphine," She said to her, tears rolling down her eyes. "Alpha Alaric was poisoned.”

She could still feel the warm, metallic-smelling liquid. Elena screamed hysterically, seeing Bella lying on the floor in a growing pool of her own blood, which flowed continuously from the bullet hole in her forehead. Her eyes were wide open, meeting death, her mouth agape as if to scream an unspoken pain, for her life had already fled her body. Elena suddenly felt nauseous when she saw a whitish lump also oozing from the hole. "You," Ethan pointed, turning his weapon to Elena, "you have to die too!" he said, bursting into demonic laughter.

Mark I have pack members cleaning the big plaza. Over five hundred vampires and a thousand rogues are dead. And how did Vladimir kill them? I have seen nothing like this before. I find Winter, badly hurt, between corpses of vampires. I take her to the doctor, and he assures me Winter will survive. Poor Elena is devastated. I had to call the doctor to sedate her. She wouldn't stop screaming and crying. I just stood there, numbed, when she told me Mihnea took Vladimir away, not knowing what to say to her.

Calla The fifth death happened while I was standing right there. Elena. Twenty-three. Bright-eyed. Eager. She'd just told me about her upcoming mating ceremony, three weeks away, she'd said, her face glowing with happiness. Then the black veins spread across her skin and she was screaming, convulsing, dying in my arms while I could do nothing but watch. Thirty-seven minutes after Adrian. The acceleration was killing us. I held Elena's body as the light left her eyes, feeling her final breath against my neck. When it was over, when the healers came to take her away, I stood there with her blood on my hands.

"Elena said the same thing too. She was as stubborn as you and she met her demise." Cassandra could feel goosebumps blanketing her skin already. Dimitra's words were already getting to her, but she has to keep a brave front now and reflect on them later. "What happened to Elena?" "She died— with pregnancy." "What?" "Eros took her away just like he took you; of course, she was beautiful, he chose her on that seduction night, slept with her and the next thing, Elena was pregnant. He took responsibility and ask for the girl to move into his apartment. Even though he claimed to love her, he was still messing around just as he is now, despite being with you. Elena loved him genuinely, just like y

“Here… the youngest.” Elena brought her hand to her mouth, feeling something inside her break. Vlad then stared at the third tombstone for much longer. Much longer. When he spoke again, his voice came out even lower. “And here… my wife.” The wind blew stronger at that moment, making the dry leaves move around them. Elena approached slowly, stopping beside him. “She…” she began, hesitant, “was…” He closed his eyes for a second. “Everything.” The answer was simple and devastating. Elena felt her eyes burn. Even as a vampire… she could still cry.

The name meant nothing to me, but something in Victoria's tone made my skin prickle with warning. "I don't know who Elena is," I said slowly, confusion clouding my thoughts. "I think you have me confused with someone else. My parents—my mother and father—they're my biological parents. I was never adopted." Victoria's expression softened slightly, but her eyes remained sharp. "Elena didn't die in a car accident, my dear. She was murdered. Shot twice in the chest and left in an alley in Queens like she was nothing more than a common criminal." The room spun around me. The beeping of the monitors grew louder, more frantic.

She added. Zinedine felt the urge to vomit when he heard those words from Eleanor and didn't stop his face from showing how disgusted he was with her statement. "Hold on, I am not going to allow you to have all the fun here. She killed my mother so you wanting to fight her when I am here won't work," Vlad said. "Once I am done with her then this sorry excuse of a vampire with me will be next." He added as he glared at Adelena.