Yelena Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

“Legacies require successors.” Elena’s eyes sharpened. “Who are you?” The woman lowered her hood. Not Victor. Not a stranger either. Elena recognized her from old Kingsley galas. Dr. Selene Marrow. Behavioral strategist. Psychological architect. Officially deceased three years ago. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Adrian muttered through comms. Selene smiled faintly. “Death is often administrative.” --- Ethan ran toward Elena as Selene released him without resistance. Elena pulled him close, checking for injuries.

"They're the same." Victoria leaned closer, studying the images. Then she laughed. "Jack, lots of people have similar eyes. That doesn't mean they're the same person." "It's not just the eyes," Jack insisted. "Elena Valdris disappeared to Lysandria eight years ago. Elena of Ravenwood Industries appeared in Lysandria eight years ago. Both named Elena. Both connected to the Ravenwood name." "Those are coincidences," Victoria said dismissively. "Jack, you're being paranoid. There's no way your nobody ex wife could have become a billionaire businesswoman."

“I told you from the start that I can’t fucking love you. So what is it now? Are you doing this to win Makaim’s favor again?” Yelena sniffled. “My uncle has turned his back on me all because of you, Wolfe!” she shrieked. Damien quickly clamped a firm hand over her mouth, stealing another glance in Lila’s direction. Yelena flinched, surprised by the sudden move. She turned her head toward where he was looking and saw Lila. She stood a few feet away in the hallway, dressed in black running shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, yet she looked effortlessly beautiful, as if she didn’t even try.

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

She was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen in my existence. In panic, she quickly opened the vial she had brought,warm tingling liquid filled my throat. She stood up almost immediately and made a dash for the metal door. She had accidentally dropped her locket. After my release from the dungeon I tried to look for the mysterious lady. I couldn't ask anyone, that was only going to put her in danger. Dad could never know someone saved me. The vial she gave me had worn off the effect of silver in my system. I concluded I was hallucinating until met Gwen. She was a spitting image of the lady. I could even say the lady was a grown-up version of Gwen. I've never been so confused as I was at t

"You're disrupting traditional power structures. Helping smaller packs modernize, stay independent. The old guard doesn't appreciate that." Elena moved to the window, studying the city below. "Let them look. They'll find what everyone finds…nothing before three years ago. Elena Cross emerged fully formed, like Athena from Zeus's head." "That's what worries me. No one's that clean. It raises more questions than answers." "Sometimes, Lily, the best defence is to be so obviously hiding something that people assume they already know what it is. They'll create their own theories…witness protection, corporate espionage, tragic past. None will approach the truth."

Beside him, Elena sat with her tablet strapped to her forearm, her fingers dancing over the holographic interface, tracking the erratic, pulsing signal of Silas’s mobile relay. She was no longer the woman who had walked into the boardroom two years ago. The charcoal-grey tactical gear she wore, zipped tight to her throat, concealed the silver vulture collar, but she felt its presence constantly—a cold, metallic reminder of everything they had built and everything they had lost. Her eyes were sharp, scanning the grid, her mind mapping the layout of the rail yards from the blueprints she had memorized.

Yelena shouted. Yelena really wanted to take Bethany with her in her final moment. Then, she thought better of it. If she took Bethany, they would still fight over Shane even in death. “Bethany, why would they be willing to die for you? What’s so special about you that I don’t have?” Yelena closed her eyes and raised her hand to strike Bethany. At that moment, the sniper fired. A bullet hit Yelena in the forehead. The knife fell from her hand.

Royce froze. Elena glanced from Royce to Kenzie, and Kenzie shrugged. "At least that's one less asshole to deal with." "Right." Elena's lips pursed in a grim line. She was quite beautiful, with blonde hair and soft green eyes. But there was an intelligence and fire there that showed her inner strength. That was what Vadym was trying to kill. But he won't get her again, not if I can help it. Royce may not think he needs a Robin to his Batman, but I can prove him wrong.

“He’s already drafting a ‘don’t fuck with my godson’ email.” Elena laughs — short, broken. “I texted Victoria. Told her he threatened legal.” “Smart,” I say. “She’s old money. She’ll rein him in.” Elena’s phone buzzes. It's Victoria : 'Villa tonight. Bring Leo. Safe ground. We talk.' Elena exhales. “Okay. Okay.” I squeeze her hand . “You’re not that 23-year-old dropout anymore . You’re Elena fucking Alvarez . CEO of clean floors and bad decisions .”