Yelena Avengers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The confined space offered a brief respite, and Yelena seized the opportunity to retaliate. "Get ready," she shouted. As the assailants regained their pursuit, Yelena skillfully maneuvered the car. With a steady hand, she aimed the handgun out of the window, firing warning shots. The masked figures hesitated, the unexpected resistance disrupting their calculated assault. Yelena's determined expression spoke volumes, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. The sound of gunfire filled the air as both Yelena and the guards unleashed a barrage of shots, a desperate attempt to fend off the relentless assailants.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

Fight someone who enjoyed the war. When Elena stepped out of the mall with four bags in one hand and a fresh iced latte in the other, she was glowing, relaxed, laughing at something Jace said under his breath, her hair falling in soft waves over a shoulder that still carried healing bruises from gunfire. She looked like she had just finished a yoga retreat, not a post threat shopping spree. And Lysandra Vauxhaul was DONE. She didn’t wait for subtle. Didn’t wait for a gap. Didn’t wait for her intelligence operatives or daddy’s resources to build some brilliant plan.

I knew that it was going to be a lot more dangerous than we would want to deal with. “We're going to need to keep fighting. Neither one of you is going to stop.” I heard Delilah called from a distance as she spoke to the younger girls, the girls that she had been training. Lysandra is fighting alongside Carter. And Ethan had his hand wrapped around a man’s neck before he snapped it, making man fall dead. I tightened my arm around Sienna as I dragged her back through the fog. Her claws flexed at her sides, her breathing uneven, but she didn’t stumble. She was more than just ready for this. She was angry. Hell, she was furious. I saw it in her eyes.

“Kindly let him know that we’ll be there soon.” Adua nodded, and then she was gone. No one could even laugh at the humour in the situation, stuck in some kind of weird and yet oddly comfortable silence, but Yelena was quick to break it. “I do not think my presence is needed at your meeting with the Alpha, Lady Aiyisha,” She said, suddenly anxious. Aiyisha noticed with utter confusion just how quickly the blood had drained from her former hand maiden’s face. What was wrong? “But—but that’s nonsense, Yelena. What are you talking about? You were a tremendous help in the war... and whatever team it is that we have formed in this moment, you are very much a part of it.” The blonde haired woman de

My mom winked at me. Lucian just chuckled at this exchange. "Mom. This is Lucian. Lucian, my mom." I introduced them. "Good to see you, Lucian." Mom grinned like a little girl who had been offered candy. "You too, Mrs. Morgan." "Kyla. Just call me Kyla." Mom corrected. "Happy birthday, sunshine," Lucian whispered in my ear before pecking my cheeks. I think I was competing with a tomato at that point, in front of everyone.

Elaina let it go, since in a way she guessed she did look like a monster with her neck and leg covered in stitches. In all her years of fighting she had never gotten this beat up and it was something completely new to her. Knowing that if they were to get attacked tomorrow, or within the next week even, she would be absolutely no use for anyone. That was unacceptable to her. She didn’t care how much pain she was in, she refused to sit around being useless. “I feel the Frankenstein look gives me a bit of an edge.” Elaina said now. “Maybe I could even trick someone into thinking I really am invincible.”

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.