Vampire Diaries Elena Dies Novels & Stories

A gunshot echoed. Pain exploded through Elena's body. She collapsed. Blood spread across the floor. Vanessa crouched beside her. A mocking smile on her face. "Goodbye, sister." --- Back in the Present Rain continued pounding against the car. Elena's vision blurred. The highway stretched endlessly ahead. The wound in her side throbbed. She was dying.She knew it.Yet strangely... She wasn't afraid. Only angry.Angry that she had failed. Failed to protect her father.

she gasped. "This is the best thing for you, Elena. I can't keep you away from the man you've loved your whole life," he said. "That man is dead to me. I don't care about him anymore. Just come and rescue me from this hellhole," Elena sobbed. "I know you're saying this to manipulate me into taking you. But deep down, we both know where your heart truly belongs, Elena. I..." "Go to hell!" she fired back, hanging up the phone. She collapsed onto the floor, curling up and clutching her legs to her chest. Bowing her head, she let out heartbreaking sobs. She had lost everything—Luca, Damon.

Her body went limp completely, and everything became dark. Elara Vaughn was dead!

[Shahira's Pov] Isabella died peacefully in her sleep a few days after. Elena said there was nothing more that could be done—her body simply gave out after decades of exploitation. She'd held on long enough to see Manel stopped, to reunite with Daren, to pass on her research. Then she let go. The memorial service was held at dawn, as was Methlock tradition. Daren stood at the front, eulogizing the mother he'd only just gotten back. His voice was steady, but through the bond I felt his grief like jagged glass.

Put his arm around her. Waited. "She's dying," Elena said. "I know." "The doctors won't say it." "They're afraid." "Of what?" He looked at Isabella. "Of being wrong." --- Isabella died on a Tuesday. The same day as Mira. The same hour. The same minute. Elena was holding her hand. Lucien was standing by the door. The sun was setting. The tree was blooming. "She's gone," Elena whispered. No one answered. But somewhere, somehow, she felt Isabella nod.

“Damien… something terrible has happened.” Damien’s expression shifted instantly, his body tensing as if bracing for impact. “What is it? Is it the pack? Are you hurt?” Elena shook her head, biting her lip to stop herself from breaking down completely. “It’s your mother. Damien… she’s gone.” His face paled, his breath hitching as the words sank in. “What do you mean, ‘gone’?” “She… she was protecting me when Carl attacked. She fought so hard, but… but she didn’t make it,” Elena choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Damien. She was so brave, and she died protecting us.”

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.

Sebastian Elena Dumont has died, perished in the hospital after not waking from her coma. Well, that’s what we paid the press to report. We needed to weed Robert and Eliana out and think this would be the best way to do it. After Isaac’s confession, we decided to work together and concluded that the only way to get them out of France was to pretend Elena had died. A funeral was scheduled the day after tomorrow and the ‘will’ would be read this afternoon.

He hung up in her face and redialed Elena’s number, his hands shaking so bad he could barely hit the buttons. But then a new text from Sonny blew up his phone, and Vincent froze dead in his tracks, his blood turning to ice in his veins. [Vincent, just got solid confirmation. Elena’s adoptive mom died of a heart attack. Before she jumped, Elena recorded a video. It auto-posted to the underground forum a minute ago. She laid everything bare.]

One evening, as they sat by the fireplace, Elena's gaze drifted into the past. "Ivy—Ava, I'm glad you're here," Elena said, her voice tinged with melancholy. Ivy's curiosity stirred. "Elena, what's wrong?" Elena's eyes clouded, her shoulders sagging under the weight of memories. "My husband, Dimitri... he was taken from me." Ivy's heart went out to Elena. "Taken?" Elena's voice cracked. "Killed. By those same monsters who chased you." The fireplace crackled, the only sound as Elena's emotions unraveled.