Novel & Cerita Vampire Diaries Elena's Mom

Eena was the spitting image of her mother and I got the feeling that’s he wasn’t going to appreciate me saying that about her. “mom…” Elena whispered and her mother immediately ran to her daughter and scooped her up in her arms as if Elena had no weight at all. Both women were crying now and Tasha and I stood on the side and watched this beautiful moment. It was clear that Elena had missed receiving that motherly love for her mother and her mother had also missed nurturing her eldest daughter. I wondered where her father was so I started looking around. “ He is inside, he was afraid that if Elena saw him she would run away”, Tasha whispered when she realized that I was looking around for her

drett. Elena saw an incoming call from her mother, Madow. she immediately answered the call by placing the phone to her left ear. "Hello, Mom?" "Elena ... How are you, sweetie? You call mommy very rarely ... Don't you miss mommy?" Madow wondered from the phone.

His eyes went straight to Elena, who was currently whimpering on the floor, her hands cradled against her chest, smeared with that vivid, incriminating red. "Elara... why?" Elena sobbed, her voice a masterpiece of frail, broken glass. "I just wanted to know where you were... I was so worried... and you just... you snapped..." My mother appeared behind my father, a silk robe fluttering around her like a shroud. She let out a piercing, theatrical gasp that rivaled Elena’s. "My baby! My poor, sweet girl! Elara, you monster! Look at what you’ve done to your sister!"

“I have information about your mate’s background. You’re not going to like it.” I lean back in my chair, every muscle in my body coiling tight. “Tell me.” Leon moves closer to my desk, his hands clasped behind his back. “I’ve been investigating the Silver Stone Pack’s records, trying to piece together Elara’s family history.” “And?” “Her mother, Elena, was the daughter of the previous alpha. She was supposed to marry Magnus Blackwood in an arranged union to solidify his position in the pack.” Leon’s jaw tightens. “She refused. Instead, she eloped with a rogue shifter.”

Blake responds. Xavier nods and then he leaves the room. We lock it behind him and I fall into Blake’s arms. “Let us continue watching the vampire diaries. I want to be distracted until I absolutely have to think about the date,” I tell him. He carries me to bed and lays me down, before joining me. He brings out his phone and opens the streaming service. He finds where we stopped yesterday and he presses play. In the previous episode, Elena found out she was adopted. Now we are watching episode twelve and Damon is still trying to free Katherine and he is looking for his dad’s journals to find out where he kept Emily bennet’s grimoire. He needed it to reverse the spell on the tomb. Anna is tr

As night settled over the pack lands, Mrs. Lauren paced her chambers, unable to shake the dread settling deep in her bones. The letter from the seers lay on her desk, its words haunting her. Elena was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. This alone was enough to cause an uproar if anyone found out. And her son Damien was already battling his vampire nature, his blood lust awakened by the very presence of his mate. But it wasn’t just them anymore.

But now, in the heavy quiet of this tense evening, something nagged at me. His mother disliked me too. Had made no secret of her disapproval from the very beginning. But her methods with me had always been subtle. Finding other women to throw at Damon. Making side comments at dinners. Creating small obstacles designed to wear me down. She had never tried to kill me. So why Elena? What made her so dangerous that Damon's mother was willing to commit murder—to sacrifice her relationship with her own son—to eliminate her? There had to be a reason. Something we didn't know. Something that justified, at least in his mother's mind, such extreme measures.

“Congratulations, Rhea. You’ve endured much to find this happiness. It is well-deserved.” “That means more than you know,” I whispered. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Elena,” I said, gesturing toward her. She had been standing at the side ever since they arrived, not even making a sound. “She's Alaric's mom, and she's been a pillar of strength in the whole preparations.” I turned to Elena, “Mom, these are the people I told you about.” Although Neveah and Laziel had seen her once or twice, not in person, but they've heard of her.

"I'm sorry Celeste. But your mother's right. You don't get to walk away." She looked back at her mother. "You're really going to let him do this?" Her mother stood up. "I love you. But I love this family more. And I won't let you destroy everything I've built." "Then I guess we have a problem." Celeste grabbed Marcus's gun. Fast. Twisted it. They fought. The gun went off. Someone screamed. When the smoke cleared Elena was on the ground. Shot. Not moving. "No!" Her mother ran to Elena. "No no no."

She heard Lina say, joy written all over her words. "I...I would rather not, it would...just be a waste of time for me..." Elena replied sadly after sitting up from her bed, aside from the gift of the Night-fang pack, never had she had any luck with ...well, luck. From the death of her father to facing trauma from Elijah and Malia, to carrying on the legacy with Marcus who was way worse, now she's carrying his baby and is living in a clan that wasn't even hers initially. What hope of a mate does she even have?