Yelena Belova Mcu Novels & Stories

His cold gaze swept over all of us like we were nothing but dirt beneath his feet. “Who are the doctors in charge of the pup, Ria Drone?” he asked. “I see too many doctors here.” Before I could speak, Lena stood. Her voice was steady, even though her hands were trembling slightly. “I’m one of her doctors. My name is Yelena Moonrack. I’m from Blue Moon Pack.” She bowed again, and I did the same introducing myself. But the difference was clear, I belonged here, in this pack, and I knew exactly how cruel they could get when things went wrong.

"Are you okay, Doctor?" Michelle asked looking at her through the mirror. "Alive!" Vera answered. "Please don't lecture me now, I have heard enough." She rolled her eyes. Michelle shook his head and stayed silent. "Am I missing something?" Vlad took a seat beside Vera and closed the door. "Nothing much, your minions and I are having small talks..." Vera replied. "They are doing their work, Wife!... Don't go so hard on them..." Vlad chuckled. "I know you have met Mila before but let me introduce you two again... Mila is one of my trusted assistants and assassins."

The wind howled like a beast over the Baltic rooftops. Elena—no, ’Revenant’ - moved like a shadow through it, cloaked in a stealth suit that warped with the light. Her breath ghosted in the sub-zero air as she crouched on the lip of a shattered window, eyes locked on the bunker beneath the frozen concrete courtyard below. Inside, one of Luca Moretti’s inner circles – Commander Rhys Vale – was holding a black-site briefing on the Eidolon system’s next activation phase. Rhys was brutal, brilliant, and paranoid. He’d killed his brother for whispering the wrong name in his sleep.

The dawn over the Thames was a bruised purple, illuminating the wreckage of Leo’s former life. Standing in the mud and the rusted shadows of the vault, Leo watched as the woman he knew only from Meilin’s tear-stained childhood stories—Elena Vance—approached them. Elena didn't walk; she commanded the space around her. She was the CEO of Vance Global, the silent titan that made the Thorne Foundation look like a neighborhood start-up.

Straight to the center. Straight to Volkov. My blood turned to ice. She stopped ten feet from him. Looked at Anya first. Eyes softened for a second. Then to Volkov. “I’m here,” she said. Voice steady. Loud enough to carry. Volkov smiled. Slow. Cruel. “Elena Kovaleva. The true heir. Come to save the spare.” “Let her go.” He laughed once. Sharp. “You think it works like that? You walk in. I let her walk out. Then what? You think I let either of you live?”

When she finally rolled to a stop she was on her stomach again. "Now, let me show you why you don't mess with a Blackwell," a smile returned to Vanessa's perfect lips, her fangs sliding out and her eyes pooling with red. Izzie could only just lift her head to look at her. The rest of her was in too much pain to cooperate. "You're going to wish you were never born, slayer."

“Depends on the day.” Then there was Tariq Dumas, a demolitions expert with a philosophy degree and a tendency to quote Nietzsche while blowing things up. “Echo Protocol, huh?” he said. “Sounds like something from a sci-fi nightmare. Count me in.” And finally—Valentina Russo, former mafia princess turned rogue. Her red hair burned like fire in the sun. “I owe Lazarus a few scars,” she told Sophia, her voice thick with vengeance. “Glad to collect.” Sophia looked at Rafael. “This is your team?”

“…you won’t control Helios anymore.” Cassandra smiled slowly. “That’s the point.” Everyone looked at Elena. Rowan. Lucian. Victor. Isabella. The Helios agents. All waiting. Elena stared at the glowing screen. Her heart pounded violently. “Why me?” she whispered. Cassandra answered softly. “Because you were the only Hale Victor couldn’t control.” Victor suddenly shouted, “Elena, don’t!” But Elena slowly raised her hand. Rowan grabbed her arm. “Elena—”

"It was too risky! Why did you provoke her all of a sudden? You already knew she was skilled in both medicine and combat! By the way, is she in any danger?" "She's not dead. All I put in her milkshake were drugs to knock her out cold. I would've killed her, but Dr. Sandford said it's best to keep her alive for research. Besides, why were you wasting time talking to her about what we're doing? It's not like she had any options even if she didn't want to work with us." Yelena crouched down to stare at Belle's face for a while. "Belle is supposed to be a woman… But this face really looks like a man, huh? Get the doctor."

But knowing Mort, she knows that the man is also giving everything to CION Brothel. "That bitch I want to smash her to death!" She was breathless in anger. If only Victoria was in front of her right now, that poor actress had no escape from her anger. Yelena would make sure Victoria would suffer in her hands before sending her to the afterlife. At least a little bit of her anger will be alleviated and calm herself down, especially since there is a coming war against the Aslanovs and Oddesseau.