Yelena Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Elena said, “There’s a price to pay using the Moon Goddess’s relic. It’s the reason why all his family got killed. He will never allow it, Nyla. And what if the relic asked us to kill someone we loved to stop the snow? Not to mention we might never find it…We don’t know where the relic is.” “Then we must find who did it,” Nyla said, “We must find the reason of the snow.” Elena knew it. She just didn’t know how. Suddenly, her mother, Eleanor, knocked on the door. “The Red Witch is online,” she reminded her daughter. Elena nodded her head, and then went into Eleanor’s office to answer the video call. On the desk, the witches’ current leader, the Red Witch, appeared on the screen of the laptop.

Daniel shouted, stepping in. Whispers exploded around us. “Oh moon!” “He’s an alpha!” “No wonder he’s so strong!” “He’s so handsome!” “Look at his arms... goddess!” Phones came out. Yelena snapped. “Put the fucking phones down! Nobody records this!” They obeyed instantly. I should’ve smirked. I didn’t. I was too close to losing control. Suddenly, Yelena’s hand grabbed my arm, her touch was soft but charged. Her fangs slid out, her eyes turning golden, her wolf rising.

Viktor “Viktor,” I turn upon hearing my name and I keep a neutral look on my face when Yelena approaches me. There is a soft smile on her face as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knee and her straightened brunette hair stops right above her shoulders. There's heavy makeup on her face and I must say, Yelena exudes an aura wherever she goes. She is Vladimir’s daughter.

…Elena pov… I woke up early this morning, feeling a mix of anger and determination as I prepared for my first day back at work as a maid for Rowland. He is an alpha, and a powerful one at that. And unfortunately, I am also his mate. But that does not prevent me from fulfilling my objective, getting my revenge both for myself and for the mother of this body, Freya. I have returned to this job with one goal in mind: to have my revenge.

She`s really just like him. Yelena is only four years old but the way she think and speak is matured. My mama told me that maybe because she have a parents who`s intelligent. Well, I don`t know if that`s true I just hope for my daughter`s a happy and normal life. A peaceful one.

“Agafya… Agafya… Agafya…” In front of me, Mother Lelyah spoke with a smile on her face. Her white dress, perfect bright skin, golden hair and slender figure made it seem like an angel had descended upon Lake Eibsee. By my side the old man was frozen in place, every bit of his body tensed up waiting for our next move. The other two elves left following Mother Lelyah’s command without uttering a word.

The couple suspiciously locked their gaze on Yelena. "And what made you worthy of our trust?" Lady Laenyra asked. Yelena's gaze shifted in her direction and gave her a cold smile. "I drowned thousands of men in seas. And feed children to lions. I'm a woman of words and I never break promises." Yelena responded coldly and Laenyra felt fear from her place when the woman's head creepily tilted to the side and smiled at her. Laenyra quickly holds her husband's hand.

I continued, "The Sterling family? It has never been my goal, nor my ambition. Compared to what I truly seek, the Sterling surname is nothing. "Each time I was reborn, I mastered a new skill—medicine, martial arts, hacking, wealth, and so on. Your so-called 'plot knowledge'? It's utterly worthless to me." Yelena's gaze drifted to the ceiling, and she let out a bitter laugh. "So that's it… that's the truth… I really was just a joke…" Her chest spasmed violently for a moment, then stilled. Her eyes never closed. She died with them wide open.

Elena Valentine emerged slowly from the fog. Half of her face was horribly burnt, and one eye had turned white. ​"Did you think Lucas Smith could save you?" Elena gave a raspy laugh. "He was just a pawn. You were our real target. With the blood running through your veins, we will create thousands of super-soldiers. And what is inside that golden box is the new god of this world."