Vampire Diaries Elena Dies Novels & Stories

Its sensors twitched – then died as she unleashed a micro EMP, disappearing into the white wasteland like a phantom. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damien's world was quieter now. Too quiet. He stood at the edge of a collapsing resistance compound in Oslo, his hands bruised, his jaw freshly stitched. Blood crusted beneath his fingernails. He hadn’t slept in four days. The rebels believed she was gone. The footage had been undeniable – Elena was executed by the Eidolon’s purifier beam. Millions watched her die. Except he didn’t. Not really. “Let it go,” Victor had told him weeks ago. “You saw the stasis protocol. You

Elena shouted at him. "Position?! What position?! You members are not be trusted. One of you killed my mother and also started the war between the vaewerewolf. So i think is safe to say that my position as the vampire head will be......" Carlos was about to say something, but Elena cut his words short when she run straight to the front of the car with her enhance speed. "AHHH! She just disappeared from there to here in an eye blink! Wait she is a vampire?!" Anika panics, and Carlos who was close to her felt how scared she was.... strangely.

Elena was hopping mad now and her face was red with rage. "I commend you, but the fun is over. It's time for you to die!" Elena said as she began to recite a spell but before she could finish, Serena had already stabbed her in the stomach, "How?" Elena squeaked, and then coughed up blood, Serena pulled out the ice shard and Elena held on to the hole on her stomach as she bled out. "No! Noooo!!" Elena said as she staggered in the air, "it wasn't meant to end this way"

Before she could say anything else, Klaus stepped out of the room, closing the heavy oak door behind him with a soft, deliberate click, leaving her in absolute safety. Elena sat alone in the warmth of the room for a long minute, listening to the crackle of the fireplace. Slowly, painfully, she uncurled her stiff limbs and dragged herself off the bed. Her bare feet stung as they touched the floor, but the soothing heat of the washroom beckoned her. She stripped away the ruined, torn remnants of the dress Damon had destroyed. Dropping the shredded green fabric into the hearth fire, she watched it burn, a silent vow taking root in her heart. The girl who loved Damon Mikaelson dies tonight.

There is no way that Xyla was going to lose all her family members at the same day. “Bring the team down there now.” I instructed him while standing up. Nolan coughed a few more times and then he fainted. I took a deep breath and looked inside the cell. Elena’s body was now lying there in the pool of her own blood. I stared at her until her heart stopped beating completely. I had already crushed it, but I didn’t want to take any chances. With Valerie in the picture, I couldn’t be reckless. I felt nothing about Elara’s death.

She looked exactly as she had that afternoon. Except that afternoon, there'd still been a flicker of life in her. Now Elena lay in the cold steel drawer, no breath, no heartbeat, her body cold to the touch. How could this happen? Could you really bear to die? Could you really bear to leave us behind? Why? Why does my chest hurt this much? “Elena, do you think dying wipes out what you did to Serena? You don't get to die. I won't let you die!” I screamed it, hysterical. “Wake up. Wake up, damn you.”

"For a moment, it felt like I was killing Elena all over again." My chest ached with a pain that had nothing to do with my injuries. "How do you feel about that?" I asked carefully. "About Elena. About what Lyra told us." Damon was silent for a long moment. "Elena died protecting me," he finally said. "She jumped off that cliff because her sister tried to control her mind and make her push me. She chose to die rather than hurt me." His voice broke. "And I forgot her.” I didn't know what to say. What could anyone say to that?

It just settled deep in my bones, turned into something cold and hard and permanent. And then Elena died. It was two weeks before our mating ceremony. Everything was planned, everyone was excited. Elena went for a run in the woods like she did most evenings. She liked the peace, the solitude, the connection with her wolf. She never came back. We found her body at dawn the next day. Torn apart by what looked like rogues. Another attack, another senseless death. I broke. There's no other word for it. Something inside me just shattered. I'd lost my father, and now I'd lost the woman I loved. The woman who was supposed to be my future, my Luna, the mother of my children.

( 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)

“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.”