Novel & Cerita Who Does Elena End Up With In Vampire Diaries Books

Infact the whole helicopter was silent. "How do you know about that?" Carlos remove his hands from the door, and ask her in a cold tone. "Oh please! You really think i am that dumb?" Elena said, and lean forward on her sit. "After the agreement with the werewolves and the Vampires, you remove to consume human blood because you are sure a good vampire." Elena said, and brought out the syringe.

"She has Kaelen. She has the Hollow Ones. And she wants revenge. What else aren't you telling me? What other secrets are you hiding?" Ravena stepped forward, her hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "Elara was my younger sister. She was the favorite—the one our mother chose to carry on her legacy. I was disappointed, the one who fled. I thought Elara would be consumed by the darkness, just like the rest of them. I never imagined she would survive. I never imagined she would become this." Elena's hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "She survived. And now she has my mate. My children's father. The man who stands beside me in everything. How do we find her?"

It felt like a dream sitting at a round table with Noah on my left and Adam on my right. If you ever watched The Vampire Diaries, in an episode called Dangerous Liaisons, the Mikaelson's host a ball where Elena walks in alone dressed in a gold and black gown. She wasn't supposed to be there but neither were her love interests Damon and Stefan Salvatore. They come up along side her, each holding out their arm in a very old school gentlmen like fashion and she puts her arm on Stefan, her first love, and then Damon, the bad brother who she doesn't mean to fall head over heels for.

Elena wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, looking up into his striking silver-gray eyes with a radiant, beautiful smile. "We rewrote it together, Mr. Vance," she whispered against his mouth, her voice ringing clear, royal, and absolute. "No shadow, no order, and no contract will ever touch our reign again." As the secure private jet carried them back across the Atlantic toward the golden skyline of New York, Adrian and Elena Vance held each other close—bound by an eternal vow that death, time, and hidden dynasties could never break. The eternal reign had truly begun.

"If you’re miserable, then my night is finally starting to look up." "Hit me if it makes you feel better! Do whatever you want, but don't leave me like this!" I was beside myself. I started pushing him, hitting him to make him let go. "Let me go! You’re creepy!" "Elena, open your eyes! Damon Lambert is never going to marry you! He’s closing an alliance with the de Rohans right now—he’s just using you for fun before he settles down! You didn't know? He’s about to announce his engagement!"

“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.”

In the dimly lit chamber, Alpha Ralph stood before the fireplace, the flames casting long, flickering shadows across his sharp features. His eyes were cold and calculating as he read the latest report brought to him by one of his spies, Damien had successfully completed the mating ceremony with Elena, binding her to him and making her Luna of the pack.

“Scarlett... she’s mated to Alpha Damon of the Crescent Pack, and he might be the one who killed him.” The color drained from Elena’s face. She staggered backward, gripping the edge of a table for support. “What? That’s... that’s impossible. The Crescent Pack? Damon?” Her voice cracked with hysteria. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Go back. You have to go back and make her come!” I shook my head wearily. “You don’t understand. She’s his mate, Elena. Her second chance mate. Even if I wanted to force her, which I don’t, I couldn’t. The Crescent Pack would declare war.”

Her curiosity sparked more as she questioned her, " Then..how did you marry someone else? I heard that werewolves can only marry their mates." Elena's smile faded away as the bitter memories swept pass her mind. Elena turned around to look at Isabella who had her eyes on her in deep curiosity. Elena pursued her lips together to speak bitterly, " Because Vincent asked me to marry someone else." Isabella's mouth agaped in disbelief. She looked up at Elena sorrowfully. Even just imagining the amount of pain that Elena endured in these years had made her eyes teary.

Her pale, flawless fingers brushed against Maya's warm palm. Maya gasped softly at the sudden shock of the cold, her fingers instinctively curling around Elena’s icy hand. At that exact moment, a jolt of pure electricity seemed to snap between them, leaving both of them completely breathless. "Elena," the vampire whispered, her dark eyes flashing with a dangerous, helpless devotion. "My name is Elena."