Vampire Diaries Elena Dies Novels & Stories

But it was too late for her to escape her fate. I stepped forward, my voice a sinister whisper, "Elena, dear Elena, you thought you could betray me and walk away unscathed? Oh, how wrong you were." Her gaze locked onto mine, a mixture of confusion and terror. I reveled in her vulnerability, relishing the moment before her inevitable demise. The vial slipped from my fingers, its contents swirling around Freya like a malevolent mist, seeping into her very being.

Elena said, “What a shame. He left you to die.” I watched as Elena’s magic flared to life, dark tendrils of power swirling around her. She reached out, and Lilica’s body convulsed as Elena drained the life from her. In moments, Lilica was nothing more than a lifeless shell, her body crumpled on the ground. Lina, who had been hiding behind a boulder, broke free and ran to Elena, throwing her small arms around her mother. Elena’s hardened expression softened as she knelt to embrace her daughter.

Calvin wrapped his hands around her waist and smirked, recalling what he exactly did to Elena but didn't tell about it to Ethlyn. * When Calvin and the rest of them started leaving the Alpha Anthony West's Pack, they found Elena again. "I won't leave anyone of you. Especially that bitch Ethlyn. You all ruined my life because of her, didn't you? I swear that I will kill her along with her pups who..." Elena didn't even get a chance to continue because Calvin broke her neck, killing her then and there. "Aaahhhhh!!! Aaaaaahhh!!" Abigail Gilbert cried in horror when she saw her daughter dead. She quickly went to check on Elena, but she was already dead.

“This is a message.” “What message,” I asked, my voice smaller than I meant it to be. Xander stood up slowly, looking down at Elaine’s body in the dirt, the same woman who had tortured Elena for years, dead now with an arrow through her heart before she’d even made it a full minute past our gates.

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!”

I jerked in shock and looked at Zayn, Ethan appearing beside him suddenly. "Do you think you can ever be happy, Elena?" Zayn cackled mockingly at me as I screamed in pain, the thorns biting into my skull. I heard a familiar voice call out my name. It was Valerian's. But how… Slowly Zayn and Ethan's face started fading away and I came back to myself. Opening my eyes, feeling dizzy and weak from exhaustion and hunger, I tried to focus on the wall in front of me. "Elena." There came that voice again, but now loud and clear. Why was I hearing Valerian's voice, last time I checked he wasn't around. had I died? Was I dead?

Third Person's POV "Your majesty, Lady Elena is dead." Palace healer Anisto reveals after Elena's fall, the first time Elijah sees it. Regret washed over Elijah's face as he looked at Elena's lifeless body. The woman he never wanted to marry and never tried to talk to and win over.

Elena's Pov " Blake," I called. " Blake!" My voice was louder this time, as he slammed the door shut. " No no no no... This can't be happening!" I cried, my voice cutting through the room. Tears slowly cascaded down my eyes like never before, for the first time in 8 years, I cried. Why? Why does Jayden have to come back? Why does he have to show up in the picture? I knew this day would come, I knew it! I gripped the duvet tightly as it was the only thing that could cover my sorrows at this moment, nothing else could do it. " Why!" I cried, my voice echoed through the corridors of this mansion.

“What is it now, Elena?” I clutched my bleeding neck. The warm, coppery scent of my own blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. “I’m… I’m dying,” I whispered. “Can you come get Mira?” Mira was only three, asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the carnage in the living room. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. Shards of a crystal decanter—once filled with expensive bourbon—were scattered around me, glittering like cruel stars. My mate, Kael Volkov, was sprawled on the couch, already snoring, passed out after his latest bout of violence.

i hated the fact that they had to do it,in my pack , right onLogan death day, as if to pepper the heck outta me. And Elena; Even in death, Logan couldn’t stop talking about her. I remembered the way he used to moan her name in his sleep—Elena... my mate... forgive me... Not once had he said my name like that. Not even on our wedding night or when we fucked. It was always her. She never wanted Logan, and still—he died for her. And now she got to run into the arms of her "true mate" like none of this mattered? No.